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Young Pyro

"Couldn't Do"

[Intro]
Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
These n*ggas love to tell you what you shouldn't do
(Yea)
Keep my money short that's what I couldn't do
(It's coming down)
Yea that's what I couldn't do
(It's coming down)
Yeaaaa
Huhhhhh

[Hook]
These n*ggas love to tell you what you shouldn't do yea
Give up on myself that's what I couldn't do yea
Keep my money short that's what I couldn't do yea
Come up on my own that's what I couldn't do yea
Couldn't do yea
Yea that's what I couldn't do yea
These n*ggas love to tell you what you shouldn't do yea
Give up on myself that's what I couldn't do yea
Come up on my own that's what I couldn't do yea

[Verse 1]
Maserati
Lotta money got her pus*y popping
My n*ggas lit yea my n*ggas the nighas that you jockin
Let's it rockin
I do business yea I'm making Profit
Ain't got no options
Claw these tracks like im a f*ckin monster
Yea
With two b*tches identical
We pouring Henny cuz Pyro do not drink pinnacle
Ughhh
I'm talking sh*t
It's getting sinister
99 problems but my goal is to eat dinner
Huh
Yea I Had the work had to Clock you in
Down in Virginia my boy Daniel he gon box you in
Trunk full of gas They ain't know a thing
Life is a b*tch you can't give a ring
I'm from Brooklyn you better not try it
I add my n*ggas now that money started multiplying
In the booth I'm cooking up I'm a chef I be frying
You try to stop my team progression I bet that you dying

[Hook]
These n*ggas love to tell you what you shouldn't do yea
Give up on myself that's what I couldn't do yea
Keep my money short that's what I couldn't do yea
Come up on my own that's what I couldn't do yea
Couldn't do yea
Yea that's what I couldn't do yea
These n*ggas love to tell you what you shouldn't do yea
Give up on myself that's what I couldn't do yea
Come up on my own that's what I couldn't do yea

[Verse 2]
Every night I be praying for some ends
People love you when you up now I swear I'm losing friends
Ima get it how I get it lord forgive me for these sins
Hating on a Brooklyn n*gga lick the bottom of these Tims
b*tch I came straight out New York
What the f*ck these n*ggas thought
All this pain up in my heart
Music kept me out the dark
All these haters throwing salt
All this money that I sought
All that hatred from the cops
Police tryna get you caught
Woah
I couldn't picture A better feeling
Get that money stack it till it hit the f*cking ceiling
Look
I'll be your pusha if the lord willing
In my bag so much these n*ggas thought I was stealing
Yea And now it's time for me to flex
When you working hard ain't no feeling like success
Smoking on this loud cuz it made me dub stress
Now when I Drop its bombs like funk flex
Ahhhh

[Hook]
These n*ggas love to tell you what you shouldn't do yea
Give up on myself that's what I couldn't do yea
Keep my money short that's what I couldn't do yea
Come up on my own that's what I couldn't do yea
Couldn't do yea
Yea that's what I couldn't do yea
These n*ggas love to tell you what you shouldn't do yea
Give up on myself that's what I couldn't do yea
Come up on my own that's what I couldn't do yea

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