Song Lyrics

Niggas say they f*ck with you, I can't tell
500,000 dollar Chevelle
How he got bricks and birds for retail?
How he got 100,000 worth of belts?
These bitches and these niggas know that they can't play around here
I call the spot elementary cause I keep a K around here
All my Hatians if you play they make you grady baby
I might shoot you in your head and then it's no more thinking
Pussy boy I'll leave you dead and call it dead-ication
I put Act inside my drink, they call it medication

Hold up, pull up, roll up, pour up
Ounce it in a soda
Push up on your bitch and shawty I didn't even know her
Seed it, put out, throw up, realest one I ever seen
ATL, call it XXL, cause we stay spittin' shells outta long magazine
Real nigga got a crown, better own that thing
If the game got a throne, bet I'm on that thing
Blood dope dealer and a well known King
And a killer 'pending on how you put your spin on things
You know how many suckers get ahead I've seen?
Bout the same amount of pussy niggas dead I've seen
You know how many bitches in the bed I've seen?
They like asking me how much bread I've seen
More than enough, in God we trust
You love a real nigga then f*ck with us
But if you got a problem with it then f*ck, what up
It be ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Got your bitch riding everything but the bus
She let me put it everywhere but the butt
I always tell the bitch don't talk so much
She said "Who I'm hidin' from?"
What the f*ck, for what?

Niggas say they f*ck with you, I can't tell
500,000 dollar Chevelle
How he got bricks and birds for retail?
How he got 100,000 worth of belts?
These bitches and these niggas know that they can't play around here
I call the spot elementary cause I keep a K around here
All my Hatians if you play they make you grady baby
I might shoot you in your head and then it's no more thinking
Pussy boy I'll leave you dead and call it dead-ication
I put Act inside my drink, they call it medication

Man I'm leanin' so bad, I can't do a push up for a million
(Lean, lean, lean, lean, lean)
Catch a nigga baby mama, make her give me nothing but ceiling
Never had time to wrap and cap
And doubt the trap my ice a lamp
I can't adapt, I'd rather slap
I read the pop, it's capped in naps
His mom is out, his dad is capped
2004 I was screaming everything, Gucci no Big Cat
And we was scannin' the ride with them cases of all these big racks
F*ck a officer, Akon what it do bruh
Keep these fuckin hoes off of you
When you get some new money turn up uh
You gon' wish you would've or could've
Sit down and get rich like a booker
Might drop the top up off it
If I don't get into the helicopter
Feeling like I'm on a blue dolphin
Nigga roundin' round with like hella choppers
Every time I need new surgery, I gon call her my head doctor
5 more thousands cause she ain't got no hair problems
Yeah, all my niggas they be bleedin' niggas
They ain't gon' never cheat a nigga
Pop her while I'm in the latest season, nigga
I'ma bag her every time I see her, nigga
Fishing hoes with my hook
Pockets on swoll, no book
Glasses on, she don't know how I look
Since I'm on, how the f*ck do I look?
You ain't got no milli, you can't tell me how I look
I'm a big old Blood over here

Niggas say they f*ck with you, I can't tell
500,000 dollar Chevelle
How he got bricks and birds for retail?
How he got 100,000 worth of belts?
These bitches and these niggas know that they can't play around here
I call the spot elementary cause I keep a K around here
All my Hatians if you play they make you grady baby
I might shoot you in your head and then it's no more thinking
Pussy boy I'll leave you dead and call it dead-ication
I put Act inside my drink, they call it medication

You ain't ready to pay, you ain't seen the news
Got a team of goons 'bout action
Never started, but I finish it so nasty
Ask 'em, they know 'bout me
I'm so Keyshia with the 9, rock a bye baby
So smooth, so fly baby, rock a bye baby
Let me turn up now
4 shows a week, 100 thousand a piece
We getting bread now
Mama don't worry bout nothin'
You can kick up your legs now
I ain't lying, got hitters on top of hitters
Got hitters on top of hitters
Rest in peace to my nigga Lil Bleek
I miss you, I miss you nigga
Just tryna live and have a lil fun nigga
Nephew just came home, half a million dollar bond nigga
I got fans that bust yo ass, you talk 'bout Boosie baby
Got off my ass, went got that bag and Boosie made it
Hey daddy made it

Niggas say they f*ck with you, I can't tell
500,000 dollar Chevelle
How he got bricks and birds for retail?
How he got 100,000 worth of belts?
These bitches and these niggas know that they can't play around here
I call the spot elementary cause I keep a K around here
All my Hatians if you play they make you grady baby
I might shoot you in your head and then it's no more thinking
Pussy boy I'll leave you dead and call it dead-ication
I put Act inside my drink, they call it medication

Clifford Harris, Jeffrey Williams, Torrence Hatch, London Holmes

The duration of Can't Tell is 6:08 minutes and seconds.