Moneybagg Yo & Yo Gotti – Can't Do It Lyrics

Can't Do It

Moneybagg Yo & Yo Gotti

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"Can't Do It." - Moneybagg Yo & Yo Gotti

Saturday, 24 October 2026, 07:35 pm

Album: 2 Federal

Track No: 01

My lil' ****, them always on go
They never on pause
I know some **** committed some murders
Ain't none of 'em solved
And **** be talking, be acting like bitches
I call 'em RuPaul
I get some bitches, I fuck time to time
I don't love 'em at all
Having my feelings evolve
That something I can't do
Get the pussy, no cap
That something I can't do
Leave the hell without the scrap
That something I can't do
Nah
I just can't do it
I just can't be broke
You gotta have some type of hustle 'bout yourself
Fuck my PO
I'm sipping plenty lean, smoking propane
That's the good smoke
(That's the good game ****, what you here)
Just a hood **** with money
I'm in a foreign whip, riding dirty
Even got bogus tags on it
College bitch with me, can't suck dick realer
All she do is gag on it
Fucked around and got a wretched bitch pregnant
I hit her raw man
Fresh out of bendo, eighty thou'
They can't fit any ball, mane
C-Bo told me, stack it up and go hard on these ****
And hating hoes
When you in the streets, you can't leave the scrap
That's a part of your wardrobe
And I rock expensive attire
All the fucks you fight
These ho be slicker than ****
I can't love 'em, these bitches be liars
I be hanging 'round murderers
They shoot like Manu
Yeah, keep your mouth closed
Homie snitching?
That something you can't do
My lil' ****, them always on go
They never on pause
I know some **** committed some murders
Ain't none of 'em solved
And **** be talking, be acting like bitches
I call 'em RuPaul
I get some bitches, I fuck time to time
I don't love 'em at all
Having my feelings evolve
That something I can't do
Get the pussy, no cap
That something I can't do
Leave the hell without the scrap
That something I can't do
Nah
I just can't do it
Moneybagg, Moneybagg, hold up
Let me set the record straight
I am the king, I ain't got the hate
Every **** 'round me that ain't
Used to killing ****, yellow tape
Take a other **** just a mini-me
I watch interviews I'm liking energy
All they do, sipping out that Hennessy
Woo
Pulled up in a half-million dollar car, like, fuck these ****
Like, fuck these **** (Which one of 'em?)
When you're twenty million dollars up
You don't be stunting ****
I'm the plug recruiter, a city of shooters
I repeat a young Trula, J-Money
Every mob in my city mob
Every **** my city, brah
I make fast cash from Glad bags
In the kitchen, duffle bag
Young **** from the town
Get hard, drink all day
Them other **** know
And they're gon' hit it too
Them's the three letters
C-M-G, they are my letters
And this shit too federal, for real
My lil' ****, them always on go
They never on pause
I know some **** committed some murders
Ain't none of 'em solved
And **** be talking, be acting like bitches
I call 'em RuPaul
I get some bitches, I fuck time to time
I don't love 'em at all
Having my feelings evolve
That something I can't do
Get the pussy, no cap
That something I can't do
Leave the hell without scrap
That something I can't do
Nah
I just can't do it
(I can't do that, nah)
(Hell nah)

Writer(s): Demario White, Mario Mims & Lukas Payne.

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