[LYRICS] Can’t Say Lyrics By Travis Scott Ft Don Toliver

Travis Scott And Don Toliver Lyrics

Here is the most accurate lyrics to Can’t Say by American rapper Travis Scott, featuring Don Toliver. Can’t Say was released in 2018, as the 13th track on ‘ASTROWORLD’ album by Travis Scott, the song was produced by Sonny Digital, Mike Dean, Ging, WondaGurl and London Cyr.

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Travis Scott & Don Toliver – Can’t Say Lyrics

Chorus: Travis Scott & Don Toliver
No, you can’t say if I’m mad or not
Smoking hella weed, I’m on that alcohol
Shawty lick me clean the way she suck me off
I keep two hoes in my bed, I got ’em turning out
What would you do if you heard I got it going on?
I had to burn, I left “skrrt” marks, I had to dip (I had to)
Betta watch for 12 ’round my town, you might get killed (Better watch for 12)
I’m out my mind, yeah, I’m high above the rim (I’m out my mind)
You cop it live, boy, I got it all on film

Verse 1: Travis Scott
You gotta watch out where you rock ’cause shit get real
Drink too real, I can’t be fake, don’t know the feel
Gotta take a long drive up the hill
Gang too wavy, move like Navy Seals
I’m too wavy, think I need a Lyft
Chicago baby, she just wanna drill
The vibe’s too wavy, it’s too hard to kill
Gotta watch out where you go ’cause shit get real

Interlude: Don Toliver
Uh-huh, yeah
Swang, when I swang, when I swang to the left
Oh, yeah
Po—pop my trunk, dip—dip—dip—dip
Oh my

Chorus: Don Toliver
You can’t say if I’m mad or nah (Mad or nah)
Smoking hella weed, I’m on that alcohol (Alcohol)
And shawty lick me clean the way she suck me off (Suck me off)
I keep two hoes in my bed, I got ’em turning out (Turning out)
What would you do if you heard I got it burning out?
I let it burn, “skrrt” that mark, I had to dip (I had to)
Gotta watch for 12 ’round my town, you might get killed (Gotta watch for 12)
I’m out my mind, yeah, I’m high above the rim (I’m out my mind)
You cop it live, boy, I got it all on film

Verse 2: Don Toliver
You must be cautious, told the lil’ hoes I’m all in
Play this ballers offense, I left ol’ girl, she calling
You know I hit in the mornin’, oh, yeah, she yawning
I met you in the club, bitch, you know this shit mean nothing
Oh, didn’t I hit your cousin? Mmm, no, no discussion
Sipping on lean, no Robitussin, oh, yeah, I know you love me
I beat it, ain’t no cuddling, you down bad, you suffering
I don’t give a fuck how hard it get, that lil’ bitch know I started this
Uh-huh, oh, yeah, get to the cash, no layup
Spend a big bag, Rodeo, some may ride for the fresh cut
Hoes come through just to touch us, I’ma tell the truth like Usher
You already know how I bust her, slang my chop from Russia

Interlude: Fat Pat
Swang, when I swang, when I swang to the left
Pop, pop my trunk, dip, dip, dip, dip
Swang—swang, when I swang, when I swang to the left
Pop, pop my trunk, dip

Chorus: Travis Scott
No, you can’t say if I’m mad or not
Smoking hella weed, I’m on that alcohol
Shawty lick me clean the way she suck me off
I keep two hoes in my bed, I got ’em turning out
What would you do if you heard I got it going on?
I had to burn, I left “skrrt” marks, I had to dip
Gotta watch for 12 ’round my town, you might get killed
I’m out my mind, yeah, I’m high above the rim
You cop it live, boy, I got it all on film

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