When I Can - Warm Brew, ID Labs, Big Jerm

Y’all go on ahead, I’mma holla when I can

Y’all go on ahead, I’mma holla when I can

Y’all go on ahead, I’mma holla when I can

Balance bitches and bread, watch out for whoadies my brodies and fam

Bitch I be blowing on propane

I do my own thang with nobody else influence

Back and forth between the dope game

I can’t be broke man

Unpeel a wood and then I get to it

Laying funky ass verse after funky ass hook

Rapping like I ain’t signed you can get your spot took

I’mma bet the whole purse that I come out on top

Man I grab the winning pot and the spot’s shook

See you later nigga

You know the struggle ain’t forever but it’s infinite

Take it from a lil' nigga gotta grind through it

Fact

It ain’t always sunny fuck Dennis

I been flying off the handle every 45 minutes

So I’ll see y’all in a couple hours

Fried egg sandwich nigga probably take a shower

Cause I ain’t never had no FOMO

I been busy fuckin bitches

Handle business on the low low

I like to hit it in some rose gold

With the GoPro

Yeah the slow mo

Swoop a hoe from her man

Lookin' round with a big ass frown

Like where my hoe go

She on ghost mode, getting loco

Stashing weapons when we riding passed the popo

Giving up her doggy to the lobo

But girl lying here with you I’m making no dough

Nah I ain’t never been the follower type

Think on my own to ball you gotta be bright

That nigga gotta be tight

What she thinking when I run on stage

Leave the show tell her man I’m who he gotta be like

Bossing, Raymundo with the height and width

Flossing, can’t tell me shit about my grip

Coughing, only kush nigga take you a whiff

Profit, you either playing man or I gotta dip

I’m off

Y’all go on ahead, I’mma holla when I can

Y’all go on ahead, I’mma holla when I can

Y’all go on ahead, I’mma holla when I can

Balance bitches and bread, watch out for woadies my brodies and fam

Y’all go on ahead, I’mma holla when I can

Y’all go on ahead, I’mma holla when I can

Y’all go on ahead, I’mma holla when I can

Stick to the script, most of these suckers just don’t understand

Wasn’t worried ‘bout rat race

I did it differently since I was 4 or 5 on a different beat

If y’all don’t know

I don’t believe you if you hating on niggas I promise I won’t tease you

And that’s your bad

‘Cause nobody perfect

I’ve been dancing with the devil in a sweet romance

Got me twisting purple got me smashing brews

After I pay my bills I might slide on through

I’mma cash my check and get it all in 2's

Jimmy Johnson winning, whipping no license

Listen to my niggas any others fall silent

Rolling with the crew that fuck around and change climates

Ever try reach me decline

It’s a climb gotta work

It’s a crime if you ever come against me

99 problems to be greater than Gretzky

Macking three dimes

You silly suckas macking ten 3's

I know the stakes nigga so fuck a snake nigga

This ain’t New York no fire escapes nigga

You know a real one would tell a real one if a real one was in the wrong

I’d find it really funny if a cop sang to this

I’d find it real funny if a bop sang to this

Hoes won’t hum it

Pigs won’t whistle and we grinding to the bone but won’t eat the rib gristle

No no no

‘Cause player got work to do

Honestly my nigga you do too

Go make them figures that’ll keep you cool

Cop a whip or two, new crib with a pool

Make your product irresistible

Hustle that until your wrist is full

My palms is itching boy I wish you knew

Go on grind like me, I bet you get rich, fool

Y’all go on ahead, I’mma holla when I can

Y’all go on ahead, I’mma holla when I can

Y’all go on ahead, I’mma holla when I can

Balance bitches and bread, watch out for woadies my brodies and fam

Y’all go on ahead, I’mma holla when I can

Y’all go on ahead, I’mma holla when I can

Y’all go on ahead, I’mma holla when I can

Stick to the script, most of these suckers just don’t understand