Letra Can't fold Hit-Boy

Can't fold

(Hit-Boy on the beat so bitch you gotta go berserk)

If you gon' throw that ass, bitch throw it
If you ain't gon' squeeze, don't tote it
You the type to get a bag, then blow it
I'm the type to get a bag, then grow it
If you ain't smoking cook, you ain't loaded
You know I keep a stick, see it poking
I've been trying to fuck and you know it (Uh)
So go and bust it open, let it go hit bitch

Your last nigga wasn't with it, baby I'm it
Fifty thousand on my watch, but it's timeless
Already know what it was, you can't buy any
I know that you ain't got much, but make time for me
I'm in and out on the road
Your VVS, it might go
Ain't gotta tell you it, you know
Hunnids on me, they can't fold

Yeah, and they can't fold
Suckas round, so I gotta keep that cake close
We applying all this pressure, nigga it ain't no
Young nigga getting money, nigga already know
Mac eleven, fuck around and let Klay go
Bounce out, spread the cake, till her face gone
Put a bag on your head, it won't take long
If the court ain't got no witness, then the case gone
Let me get that pussy wet, it won't take long
Make the niggas know my name, like I'm Trey Songz
If it ain't real crisp, we act thing long
And if your ass ain't finna ride, bitch stay gone

Your last nigga wasn't with it, baby I'm it
Fifty thousand on my watch, but it's timeless
Already know what it was, you can't buy any
I know that you ain't got much, but make time for me
I'm in and out on the road
Your VVS, it might go
Ain't gotta tell you it, you know
Hunnids on me, they can't fold

Hunnids on me and they ain't folding
I'm a boss, I give orders, what I say going
Had to cut off who I love, just to stay focused
Ain't no question 'bout that smoke, bitch, the gang want it
Bitch, get your ass whipped
Bro that bitch for everybody, that's a bad look
Thirty shots up out that Glock, had your ass shook
And any niggas speaking down, gon' get tagged up
Hit her from the back, I'm your dad huh
Niggas rapping about them guns, still ain't have one
And I just sparked to your wood, still ain't passed one
Why the house be in the house? 'Cause they ain't that dumb
Bitch

Your last nigga wasn't with it, baby I'm it
Fifty thousand on my watch, but it's timeless
Already know what it was, you can't buy any
I know that you ain't got much, but make time for me
I'm in and out on the road
Your VVS, it might go
Ain't gotta tell you it, you know
Hunnids on me, they can't fold