can't relax Lyrics

Turn me up, baby turn me up

Baby turn me up, baby turn me up

Turn me up, you know I'm trying to flash

Ain't trying to dance up in the club

He trying to get some get back he finally had enough

Ok I don't want go tit-for-tat I bet I probably call your bluff

C'mon, yeah yeah c'mon

Trying to get a bag in, ain't nothing left to say

I don't listen to the pastor, he just want get paid

It ain't no way I could relax, yeah, she know

Her boyfriend ain't got no money he ain't got no racks

Then I double back, I'm scrolling through my phone

Trying to hit my hoes up from the past

Don't play tag on my phone I ain't trying to call you tit-for-tat

I told her put my name on a fucking tat

Say bitch I really put my name up on this shit built it from scratch

Bitch don't walk up in my trap if you ain't trying to cop a batch

I thought she was gone fall asleep on me my tire had caught a flat

She ain't even take off her heels I'm already hitting her from the back

I know a nigga say he a boss but he gone crash behind a rack

Big Escalade they put a Hellcat engine up in a 'lac

I was trying to tell shawty get out my mentions and come here

Every time I pull up on the scene them niggas walk in fear

I'm stepping out ooh, bookoo clean ain't no designer on me

Shawty getting mad I ain't fucking with her better find the homie

Sometimes I want be little spoon bae is you trying to hold me

Slim thick on Instagram but shawty kind of bony

I fuck with shawty 'cause she like me without diamonds on me

Turn me up, you know I'm trying to flash

Ain't trying to dance up in the club

He trying to get some get back he finally had enough

Ok I don't want go tit-for-tat I bet I probably call your bluff

C'mon, yeah yeah c'mon

Trying to get a bag in, ain't nothing left to say

I don't listen to the pastor, he just want get paid

It ain't no way I could relax, yeah, she know

Her boyfriend ain't got no money he ain't got no racks

We don't go to the bedroom we fuck on the couch

Already know I'm having as fuck I don't even check my account

Her nails too long I gave her the gas I can't even break it down

Niggas talk down and smile when they come around

I already know that she slime she on that type of time

City too hot I got a townhouse outside the town

Charged twelve hundred for this pack and all the buds was brown

She want a birthday dinner she just turned twenty fine

Doze off in the car I'm swerving your boyfriend pockets hurting

Bitch I'm up but I still use thumbtacks for the curtains

He being messy in SayCheese comments what's the purpose?

Bitch it don't mean I'm trying to fuck on you just cause I'm flirting

I could be clean as the fuck I'm still gone do her dirty

She tried to give me cat as a gift again that pussy worthless

Supposedly they killed your twin nigga I know you hurting

Requested shawty bring her friend I'm with my twin that's perfect

Turn me up, you know I'm trying to dance

Ain't trying to flash up in the club

He trying to get some get back he finally had enough

Ok I don't want go tit-for-tat I bet I probably call your bluff

C'mon, yeah yeah c'mon

Trying to get a bag in, ain't nothing left to say

I don't listen to the pastor, he just want get paid

It ain't no way I can relax, yeah, she know

Her boyfriend ain't got no money he ain't got no racks