Can You Lyrics

I just copped a pack of zags and smoked em' in the driveway

Been an addict of the crop since the fucking tenth grade

One day, I'll be up on stage and touring all the states

Keeping on my grind so all the fans follow the Insta page

Let you get a taste?

Let you get a sip up off my cup?

You be fucking tripping if you think I'm rolling you a blunt

I don't stunt, just a bad habit torturing my lungs

Take those dabs out to the porch and then we torch em' up for fun

See the sun rise up in the morning and we still ain't done

This when all the fun begins the studio begins to bump

Bitch I'm miles ahead of you brain-dead mumble heads

Dick riding Carti to the motherfucking end

It's upsetting how these labels picking trash right out the bin

When you making jams that sound like Shaad's you know you're born to win

But I've been chilling at my house to high to hop up in a whip

Cuz I've been smoking on my ounce Sprite and Bicardi what I sip

Can you feel it?

Can you feel it?

Can you feel it?

Can you feel it?

Can you feel it?

Can you feel it?

Can you feel it?

Can you feel it bitch I fuckin mean it when I fuckin ask

This song should make you have the kinda feeling burn through your whole stash

Rip the glass, burn the hash, try to keep myself from lashing out

Keep my hustle I'll be on the planes that fly outside my house

Without a doubt

Everywhere I go I got some dope with me

Cutting fat deals with the pack

Getting zips for 150

Got my dab pen hit it when I'm rolling into town

I screw out the empty cart and then I add it to the mound

I'm a weedeater, now I'm pouring up in liters

Bass is loud as hell but always turning up the meter

I don't got no heater swing my fists just like a cleaver

Keep my grind until I die Scrim hit me for a feature