Can't Hear U Songtext
von 1k Phew feat. Aha Gazelle
Can't Hear U Songtext
I′m so piped, I might be like five
Like ten (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Gettin' ′em, cool!
They ain't never seen another beat like this
Thinkin' ′bout money can′t make you rich
Twenty-four-seven I'm with my wrist
Twenty-four-seven I′m with my wrist
Shame on me when I reminisce, yeah
Devil stay down 'cause he hit and miss, yeah
Get out of my face if you know you ain′t real
Speak up, boy, I don't know how you feel
So you might as well say something
Whatcha say?
Whatcha say? My boy
Whatcha say? Can′t hear you
Whatcha say? (What he say?)
Whatcha say? Can't hear you
What he say? Nah, man, I can't hear you
Whatcha doin′ I ain′t nowhere near you
I don't know where you came from (Who you?)
But you really can′t change nuthin' (No way)
Need to stay in your lane, son (Yo lane)
You try campaign some (Campaign)
If you need a little Pesos (Lil′ green)
Why didn't you say so? (Say some)
Double checkin′, just make sure (Make sure)
Never knew that case closed (Uh-uh)
Hold on, where you're goin'? (Where you goin′?)
You ain′t found no money, where you're goin′?
Wakin' up this mornin′ from a dream, my whip so foreign (Skrr, skrr)
But it already noon
When you eatin' good, it ain′t 'bout show
Gotta feed my little girl, she growin' (She keep eatin′)
Used to ring around the rosie, nosy police in my space
Then, the one and only told me: "Homie, don′t be livin'"
When it work like holy, oly, holy, moly, don′t it stop
When a rollie-pollie ollie on me, tick-tock, it don't stop
They ain′t never seen another beat like this
Thinkin' ′bout money can't make you rich
Twenty-four-seven I'm with my wrist
Twenty-four-seven I′m with my wrist
Shame on me when I reminisce, yeah
Devil stay down ′cause he hit and miss, yeah
Get out of my face if you know you ain't real
Speak up, boy, I don′t know how you feel
So you might as well say something
Whatcha say?
Whatcha say? My boy
Whatcha say? Can't hear you
Whatcha say? (What he say?)
Whatcha say? Can′t hear you (Cool)
What he say? Nah man, I can't hear you
Whatcha doin′ I ain't nowhere near you
(Ayy, ayy, ayy)
I can't hear you
I got a drive, but I don′t got a rearview
You got rules that I never adhere to
They throwin′ shade 'cause I′m way too bright
We ain't never seen Christ, but I don′t live near you
I only fear God, I do not fear you
I know that everybody is not what they appear to
I stay low-key, but I'm top tier, too
I-I-I can′t hear you
And my phone ain't got no service
Don't hit my line, I′m workin′
All my rap songs sound like sermons
They got kicked out of so many churches
I can't help it if your girl start twerkin′
I don't judge, ′cause we're all soul searchin′
They think being saved mean not cursin'
Shoot so much that I hurt my wrist
People froze up: man, it must be a glitch
I was so down, feeling blue like Stitch
Stealin' my gifts, like a scene from The Grinch
Can′t invest time if I know it won′t flip
Baby, ain't fail, but this carnival′s lit
Blood, sweat, tears, and it cost me a grip
Didn't sell my soul, but I came out rich
So many people in line, I skipped
Try to put me down, but that charge, it stick
Do it for the love, I don′t do it for the chips
But if there ain't no chips, then I′ma probably gonna dip
Gotta keep it real, can't bite my lip
Y'all need pills, like Ozzy & Drix
Do it for the kids, y′all way too stiff
Silly rabbits, just mad that they ain′t got no Trix
Two
Like ten (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Gettin' ′em, cool!
They ain't never seen another beat like this
Thinkin' ′bout money can′t make you rich
Twenty-four-seven I'm with my wrist
Twenty-four-seven I′m with my wrist
Shame on me when I reminisce, yeah
Devil stay down 'cause he hit and miss, yeah
Get out of my face if you know you ain′t real
Speak up, boy, I don't know how you feel
So you might as well say something
Whatcha say?
Whatcha say? My boy
Whatcha say? Can′t hear you
Whatcha say? (What he say?)
Whatcha say? Can't hear you
What he say? Nah, man, I can't hear you
Whatcha doin′ I ain′t nowhere near you
I don't know where you came from (Who you?)
But you really can′t change nuthin' (No way)
Need to stay in your lane, son (Yo lane)
You try campaign some (Campaign)
If you need a little Pesos (Lil′ green)
Why didn't you say so? (Say some)
Double checkin′, just make sure (Make sure)
Never knew that case closed (Uh-uh)
Hold on, where you're goin'? (Where you goin′?)
You ain′t found no money, where you're goin′?
Wakin' up this mornin′ from a dream, my whip so foreign (Skrr, skrr)
But it already noon
When you eatin' good, it ain′t 'bout show
Gotta feed my little girl, she growin' (She keep eatin′)
Used to ring around the rosie, nosy police in my space
Then, the one and only told me: "Homie, don′t be livin'"
When it work like holy, oly, holy, moly, don′t it stop
When a rollie-pollie ollie on me, tick-tock, it don't stop
They ain′t never seen another beat like this
Thinkin' ′bout money can't make you rich
Twenty-four-seven I'm with my wrist
Twenty-four-seven I′m with my wrist
Shame on me when I reminisce, yeah
Devil stay down ′cause he hit and miss, yeah
Get out of my face if you know you ain't real
Speak up, boy, I don′t know how you feel
So you might as well say something
Whatcha say?
Whatcha say? My boy
Whatcha say? Can't hear you
Whatcha say? (What he say?)
Whatcha say? Can′t hear you (Cool)
What he say? Nah man, I can't hear you
Whatcha doin′ I ain't nowhere near you
(Ayy, ayy, ayy)
I can't hear you
I got a drive, but I don′t got a rearview
You got rules that I never adhere to
They throwin′ shade 'cause I′m way too bright
We ain't never seen Christ, but I don′t live near you
I only fear God, I do not fear you
I know that everybody is not what they appear to
I stay low-key, but I'm top tier, too
I-I-I can′t hear you
And my phone ain't got no service
Don't hit my line, I′m workin′
All my rap songs sound like sermons
They got kicked out of so many churches
I can't help it if your girl start twerkin′
I don't judge, ′cause we're all soul searchin′
They think being saved mean not cursin'
Shoot so much that I hurt my wrist
People froze up: man, it must be a glitch
I was so down, feeling blue like Stitch
Stealin' my gifts, like a scene from The Grinch
Can′t invest time if I know it won′t flip
Baby, ain't fail, but this carnival′s lit
Blood, sweat, tears, and it cost me a grip
Didn't sell my soul, but I came out rich
So many people in line, I skipped
Try to put me down, but that charge, it stick
Do it for the love, I don′t do it for the chips
But if there ain't no chips, then I′ma probably gonna dip
Gotta keep it real, can't bite my lip
Y'all need pills, like Ozzy & Drix
Do it for the kids, y′all way too stiff
Silly rabbits, just mad that they ain′t got no Trix
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Writer(s): William Fields, Glenn Gordon, Courtland Richardson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com