BEO Lil Kenny - Can't Talk About It (Official Lyric Video)

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Lyrics:

I been shittin’ on the haters, wipe myself with hunnids
Me and my woman, keep her comin, we be fuckin like bunnies
I had that girl goin crazy, mixed the tab with the honey
Young and stuntin, out in London, smokin plenty crunny?
Diamonds clean like comet, told that boy can’t get my number
Ion wanna kick it or punt it, sent the opp to the trauma
I just pulled up to his block, he was runnin like Sunny?
Yeah I’m from the street let’s talk about it, I get deeper than Ghandi

This smoke ain’t good for ya I promise, none of you niggas don’t want it
Got back from Cali, landed in my city, strapped with a ghost gun
I put that clip to his head like a barber, shit they’ll find him tomorrow
I sip this hightec shit like water, now ion wanna be bothered
I run that check up then get to striking, I’m selling dreams like a psychic
I got no morals to what I do, yeah I’m super trifling
I’m thuggin forever, fuck the world, fuck whoever don’t like it
I got on Christian Dior kicks, look like I’m going hiking

Finesse a lil nigga his money gone, I did him right not wrong
She see me trappin getting it on, she don’t never wanna go home
I keep a shooter with me every second, I’m ready to make me a message
My jewelry wet as a water cooler, your shit dry as a desert
I told my savage to sit back, we gon get them soon
Got a 460 revolver, pop they ass to the moon
Pockets on overload, need to call the fire marshall
They say no guns in the club, still came in with the arsenal

I’m back in my zone, im back in my way
I told the shooters to make them a name
He want some fame, kill em on stage
They left me for dead, they all played
Weak rappers all broke, I thought you was on
Come to my office and get you a loan
He wanna be me, I think he a clone
Me and you different, just check out the stones
Im going up in a major way, I put in work I made the way
The streets is mine, they was just dyin
I drop a tape and I save the day
These rappers are dead, it’s sad to say
Get sprayed in the face, like a can of mace
Wake up in the morning and pray to my K
Step outside and I serve me a jay?
I been shittin’ on the haters, wipe myself with hunnids
Me and my woman, keep her comin, we be fuckin like bunnies
I had that girl goin crazy, mixed the tab with the honey
Young and stuntin, out in London, smokin plenty crunny?
Diamonds clean like comet, told that boy can’t get my number
Ion wanna kick it or punt it, sent the opp to the trauma
I just pulled up to his block, he was runnin like Sunny?
Yeah I’m from the street let’s talk about it, I get deeper than Ghandi