She wanted all fashion
Givenchy and Prada
She feen' we headed to aspin
I'm flying I headed to Saturn
A martian , I came in a phantom
I'm mixing my lean with some fanta
I'm at the top of the latter
F*ck it They tryna absorb me
I got it and that's automatic
Yh I needed this traction
Alotta the time and some practice
A yungin, it mussy da passion
I want it, I'm bout to start spazzin
F*ck it! resorted to trappin
F*ck it dis shit gatta happen!
Yeah you see why I'm rapping
Yeah you see why I'm flashing
Da islands I gat a accent
Da diamonds you know dat dey dashin
Da diamonds you know dat dey dancin
No talking I'm risking and chancing
No talking I'm not gonna cap shit
No talking I'm risking and chancing
No talking I needed the caption (no cap)
(Woah Woah Yeah Yeah)
(Woah Woah Yeah Yeah)
(Woah Woah Yeah Yeah)
(Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah)
Niggas they can't relate
Niggas they can't relate
Smoking that back with that kush (yh yh)
Floating like I'm outer space (space)
Maria my brand
Bringing in money and bands
Do it for the blood (for the blood yh)
Doing this shit for the fam
Doing that shit for the fam
Doing that shit for the fam (yh yh)
Doing that shit for the fam
Doing that shit for the fam (yeah yeah yah)
I do this shit for my bro
I do that shit for my bro (yeah yeah yah)
We don't be f*cking with hoes
We don't be f*cking with hoes (yah yeah yeah)
Mac with the strap
In the back with that bitch automatic
She blow that dick automatic
Blowing that back out in traffic
Never been average
Mason Margiela Givenchy my fabric
Too high my status
High like a maverick (yh)
And my bitch the baddest uh
She bussin for madden
Tackle that dick like this madden
Pussy too fire it's magic (woah)
Look how shit happen
Used to be in the back now I'm rapping
Tryna get backends
So my niggas they don't have to traffic (no no)
Birds cause they trappin uh
I'm with Treasure jay
And my nigga Ay (ay) (ay)
Don't you try to run up
You'll get done uh (bop bop bop)
Blowing this cash
Like I'm rollin with stunna
Like I'm rollin with stunna
Niggas they can't relate
Niggas they can't relate
Smoking that back with that kush
Floating like i'm outer space
Maria my brand
Bringing in money and bands
Do it for the blood
Doing this shit for the fam
Can't Relate (feat. Zhary & AYG) Video (MV)
Performed By: Treasure Jay
Language: English
Length: 2:37
Written by: Adam Johnson, Justin Sawyer, Yonzell Clare
Treasure Jay - Can't Relate (feat. Zhary & AYG) Lyrics
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She wanted all fashion
Givenchy and Prada
She feen' we headed to aspin
I'm flying I headed to Saturn
A martian , I came in a phantom
I'm mixing my lean with some fanta
I'm at the top of the latter
F*ck it They tryna absorb me
I got it and that's automatic
Yh I needed this traction
Alotta the time and some practice
A yungin, it mussy da passion
I want it, I'm bout to start spazzin
F*ck it! resorted to trappin
F*ck it dis shit gatta happen!
Yeah you see why I'm rapping
Yeah you see why I'm flashing
Da islands I gat a accent
Da diamonds you know dat dey dashin
Da diamonds you know dat dey dancin
No talking I'm risking and chancing
No talking I'm not gonna cap shit
No talking I'm risking and chancing
No talking I needed the caption (no cap)
(Woah Woah Yeah Yeah)
(Woah Woah Yeah Yeah)
(Woah Woah Yeah Yeah)
(Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah)
Niggas they can't relate
Niggas they can't relate
Smoking that back with that kush (yh yh)
Floating like I'm outer space (space)
Maria my brand
Bringing in money and bands
Do it for the blood (for the blood yh)
Doing this shit for the fam
Doing that shit for the fam
Doing that shit for the fam (yh yh)
Doing that shit for the fam
Doing that shit for the fam (yeah yeah yah)
I do this shit for my bro
I do that shit for my bro (yeah yeah yah)
We don't be f*cking with hoes
We don't be f*cking with hoes (yah yeah yeah)
Mac with the strap
In the back with that bitch automatic
She blow that dick automatic
Blowing that back out in traffic
Never been average
Mason Margiela Givenchy my fabric
Too high my status
High like a maverick (yh)
And my bitch the baddest uh
She bussin for madden
Tackle that dick like this madden
Pussy too fire it's magic (woah)
Look how shit happen
Used to be in the back now I'm rapping
Tryna get backends
So my niggas they don't have to traffic (no no)
Birds cause they trappin uh
I'm with Treasure jay
And my nigga Ay (ay) (ay)
Don't you try to run up
You'll get done uh (bop bop bop)
Blowing this cash
Like I'm rollin with stunna
Like I'm rollin with stunna
Niggas they can't relate
Niggas they can't relate
Smoking that back with that kush
Floating like i'm outer space
Maria my brand
Bringing in money and bands
Do it for the blood
Doing this shit for the fam
Givenchy and Prada
She feen' we headed to aspin
I'm flying I headed to Saturn
A martian , I came in a phantom
I'm mixing my lean with some fanta
I'm at the top of the latter
F*ck it They tryna absorb me
I got it and that's automatic
Yh I needed this traction
Alotta the time and some practice
A yungin, it mussy da passion
I want it, I'm bout to start spazzin
F*ck it! resorted to trappin
F*ck it dis shit gatta happen!
Yeah you see why I'm rapping
Yeah you see why I'm flashing
Da islands I gat a accent
Da diamonds you know dat dey dashin
Da diamonds you know dat dey dancin
No talking I'm risking and chancing
No talking I'm not gonna cap shit
No talking I'm risking and chancing
No talking I needed the caption (no cap)
(Woah Woah Yeah Yeah)
(Woah Woah Yeah Yeah)
(Woah Woah Yeah Yeah)
(Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah)
Niggas they can't relate
Niggas they can't relate
Smoking that back with that kush (yh yh)
Floating like I'm outer space (space)
Maria my brand
Bringing in money and bands
Do it for the blood (for the blood yh)
Doing this shit for the fam
Doing that shit for the fam
Doing that shit for the fam (yh yh)
Doing that shit for the fam
Doing that shit for the fam (yeah yeah yah)
I do this shit for my bro
I do that shit for my bro (yeah yeah yah)
We don't be f*cking with hoes
We don't be f*cking with hoes (yah yeah yeah)
Mac with the strap
In the back with that bitch automatic
She blow that dick automatic
Blowing that back out in traffic
Never been average
Mason Margiela Givenchy my fabric
Too high my status
High like a maverick (yh)
And my bitch the baddest uh
She bussin for madden
Tackle that dick like this madden
Pussy too fire it's magic (woah)
Look how shit happen
Used to be in the back now I'm rapping
Tryna get backends
So my niggas they don't have to traffic (no no)
Birds cause they trappin uh
I'm with Treasure jay
And my nigga Ay (ay) (ay)
Don't you try to run up
You'll get done uh (bop bop bop)
Blowing this cash
Like I'm rollin with stunna
Like I'm rollin with stunna
Niggas they can't relate
Niggas they can't relate
Smoking that back with that kush
Floating like i'm outer space
Maria my brand
Bringing in money and bands
Do it for the blood
Doing this shit for the fam
Writer: Adam Johnson, Justin Sawyer, Yonzell Clare
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.