VerSay - Can't Get Too Close Lyrics

Had to cut off all them ties

I'ma just stick the game
Taxing these jits who don't be knowing a thing
Making some paper I'm just doing my thing
Top of the suite she gon give me that brain

All my moves be confidential
I be serving in a rental
Gas the pedal you gon hear it
Yea my windows dark and tinted
I'm just laying low for a minute
I'm laying low for a minute
I'm just used to burning bridges
Trust been broken for a century

Nah you can't get too close

Cut her off but I'm still banging

Went from loving to living to hating
Yea She steady f*cking, playing them Games yea

Yea I know these bitches into me
They catching on contagiously
When I die I know they gonna envy me
Turn up vibe out to my melodies

All my old ways
They Rest In Peace
I'm addicted to that recipe
You can't change me I'm too busy finding Better things
Triple cross me I got shooters to the left of Me
Nah but honestly I'm seeking riches, damn
They gon look at me and say damn girl That's that man
Yea He probably moving contraband
I'm seeing visions when I'm in that rari yea
I f*cked that hoe one time and after she gon call up all her friends
Can't explain it, I'm just being honest man

I'ma just stick the game
Taxing these jits who don't be knowing a thing
Making some paper I'm just doing my thing
Top of the suite she gon give me that brain

All my moves be confidential
I be serving in a rental
Gas the pedal you gon hear it
Yea my windows dark and tinted
I'm just laying low for a minute
I'm laying low for a minute
I'm just used to burning bridges
Trust been broken for a century
Nah
Now you can't get too close

You gon talk you gon talk
Then somebody dropping blood
Like I'm painting pictures
Yea I really be a walking form of art
They gon walk around saying damn boy versay stunt
You can't get along with us then damn boy, you no fun

Prescription drugs now keep that shit away from me
I take the time and pray out for my enemies
Cause lord know they need it

Know your limits, don't repeat it
You Clout chasing but really what's the meaning
You can't grip a weapon even if I left you in your feelings

You can't talk
You ain't got no commas in ur bank
You can't talk
If you ain't real to what you say
You can't talk
You can't talk
Don't make us have to come up out the way
All them old ties I left them in a grave
That's why I'm walking to this day

Call me Kurt Cobain
We gon make this shit gobang
We gon make this bitches gang

Trust me all my real ones
Straight up know just how we hang

Henny bottles in the air we straight up popping everything

Bitches yelling out they saying they love the way my chain swang

I don't blame em I'm flyer than a crystal plane
I'm flyer than a crystal plane yea

I'ma just stick the game
Taxing these jits who don't be knowing a thing
Making some paper I'm just doing my thing
Top of the suite she gon give me that brain

All my moves be confidential
I be serving in a rental
Gas the pedal you gon hear it
Yea my windows dark and tinted
I'm just laying low for a minute
I'm laying low for a minute
I'm just used to burning bridges
Trust been broken for a century

Now you can't get too close
Nah
Nah you can't get too close