Couldn't Do You

Yo, it's Millie Man

Don't hate on me 'cause I'm your girlfriend's favorite

Why, yeah

I don't have to listen to what you gotta say

I do, I do whatever I want to

You bite my style, so tell me how it really tastes

I knew, I knew you couldn't just do you

I'm clearin' shit up on these verses, haters get nervous

When they see my picture in their girlfriends' purses

I'm confident, not a cocky dude

They talk shit, I'm still makin' moves

I'm leadin' 'em, they in the group

I'm beatin' 'em, they bound to lose

Watch me like a TV

Speechless when you see me

You buy swag, I cop for free

I'm a real deal, you a wannabe

My life is like a movie

Girls all act like groupies

I got my faves, that's all I need

Fuck the world, the world can't fuck me

I don't have to listen to what you gotta say

I do, I do whatever I want to

You bite my style, so tell me how it really tastes

I knew, I knew you couldn't just do you

I don't have to listen to what you gotta say

I do, I do whatever I want to

You bite my style, so tell me how it really tastes

I knew, I knew you couldn't just do you

I'm sharper than the knife I cut my steak with (Steak with)

You soft like fruit, go eat a grape, bitch

You ain't gotta say it 'cause I know that I'm great, bitch

I don't got a job, but you, you work the grave shift

I get high and pay no mind to people talkin' out of line

I ain't lyin', I feel fine, you hate online

I take dimes, I get mine

It's my time, you're minutes late

You see me out, you copy-paste

Swag you're jackin' lames, need to get the fuck out my face

I don't have to listen to what you gotta say

I do, I do whatever I want to

You bite my style, so tell me how it really tastes

I knew, I knew you couldn't just do you

I don't have to listen to what you gotta say

I do, I do whatever I want to

You bite my style, so tell me how it really tastes

I knew, I knew you couldn't just do you

I'm doin' this rap shit 'til I pass shit

My last shit, I surpassed it

I killed it, it's in a casket

These adjectives are drastic

Put 'em in the ground, like six feet down

And if they unaware, they all finna know now

See, this hate that's been poppin' up

It just makes me feel popular

It gets my profit up

I give a fuck if I'm hip-hop enough

Or whatever they talkin' 'bout

It's blocked out, in a whip, top down

With your chick, top down

I don't have to listen to what you gotta say

I do, I do whatever I want to

You bite my style, so tell me how it really tastes

I knew, I knew you couldn't just do you

I don't have to listen to what you gotta say

I do, I do whatever I want to

You bite my style, so tell me how it really tastes

I knew, I knew you couldn't just do you