Couldn't Do You - Travis Mills, Kyle Lucas

Yo, It’s Millie man

Don’t hate on me hate on me 'cause I’m your girlfriends favorite.

YF

I don’t have to listen to what you gotta say

I do, I do, whatever I want to

You bite my style, so tell me how it really tastes

I knew, I knew, you couldn’t just do you

I’m clearin' shit up on these verses, Haters gettin' nervous

When they see my picture in their girlfriends purses

I’m confident, Not a cocky dude

They talk shit, I’m still makin' moves

I’m leadin' 'em, They in the group

I’m beaten 'em, They bound to lose

Watch me like a TV, Speechless when you see me

You bought swag, I cop for free

I’m the real deal, You a wannabe

My life is like a movie, Girls all act like groupies

I got my fav’s, That’s all I need

Fuck the world, The world can’t fuck me

I don’t have to listen to what you gotta say

I do, I do, whatever I want to

You bite my style, so tell me how it really tastes

I knew, I knew, you couldn’t just do you.

(x2)

I’m sharper then the knife I cut my steak with

You soft like fruit go eat a grape bitch

You ain’t gotta say it 'cause I know that I’m great bitch

I don’t got a job, But you, You work the grave shift

I get high and pay no mind to people talkin' outta line

I ain’t lyin', I feel fine

You hate on wine, I date dimes, I get mine

It’s my time you’re minutes late

You see me.

Oh you copy, paste

Swagga Jackin' Lames need to get the fuck out my face

I don’t have to listen to what you gotta say

I do, I do, whatever I want to

You bite my style, so tell me how it really tastes

I knew, I knew, you couldn’t just do you.

(x2)

Kyle Lucas:

I’m doin' this rap shit, Till I bash it

My last shit, I surpassed it

I killed it, It’s in a casket

These adjectives are drastic

So put 'em in the ground, Like six feet down

And if they unaware, They finna know now

See this hate is all poppin', The bitches make me feel popula

It gets my profit up, I don’t give a fuck if I’m hip hop enough

So whatever they talkin' about it’s blocked out

Even with the top down, With your chicks top down

I don’t have to listen to what you gotta say

I do, I do, whatever I want to

You bite my style, so tell me how it really tastes

I knew, I knew, you couldn’t just do you.

(x2)