[Intro: Ace_Santana02]
Mm, I can't, I can't, I can't, ayy

[Verse 1: Ace_Santana02]
I can't see up out these tints
Shorty bad at taking hints
Smoking in the crib with Onyx, shoutout to my n***a Vince
Shorty feeling on my print
Told lil' baby, "Take a mint"
He said he wanna try exotic, but his pockets full of lint
I could never be a simp
I could never be a pimp
Because I'm tired of these hoes

[Verse 2: Your Stepdad]
Ayy, look
Bitch n***as ain't got the memo
I make bread for all my kinfolk
Put my kids on top a bimbo (Huh, yeah)
Yes, my n***as popping pencils
I make bread off onstrumentals
My dick is a pocket pistol
Goofy bought a— (Uh)
Goofy bought a pocket pussy, said he bought it occidental
Yep, smoking on [?] vape
N***as ask me why I chill alone, 'cause n***as talk to jakes
I'ma tell you now, your opinion is not important, no need to talk to face
I'm really concerned for that young n***a future, he always dropping rakes
I'm really concerned for that young lady future, she always dropping cakes
[Verse 3: Ace_Santana02]
I'm really concerned for my young n***a future, all them pills look fake
But, that money looking real on him
Type to never, ever leave the crib without that steel on him
He could never, ever drop that music with that deal on him