Cant Tell の歌詞

Yeah

Yeah, yeah
Yeah

Niggas say they fuck with you, I can't tell
Five hundred thousand dollar Chevelle
I got bricks and birds for retail
I got a hundred thousand 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 Haitians 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 dedication
I put Act inside my drink, they call it medication

Hold up, pull up, roll up, pour up
Ounces in a soda
Push up on your bitch and, shawty, I didn't even know her
See this hood I throw up, realest one I ever seen
ATL, call it XXL 'cause we stay spittin' shells outta long magazines

Real nigga got a crown, better own that thing
If the game got a throne, bet I'm on that thing
Beloved 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?
That like asking me how much bread I've seen, ayy

More than enough, in God we trust
You love real niggas, then fuck with us
But if you got a problem with it, then fuck with us
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 hiding from?
What the fuck? For what?"

Niggas say they fuck with you, I can't tell
Five hundred thousand dollar Chevelle
I got bricks and birds for retail
I got a hundred thousand 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 Haitians 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 dedication
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
Catch a nigga baby mama, make her give me nothing but ceiling, hey
Never had time to rap and cap and dap these tramps, my ice a lamp
I can't adapt, I'd rather slap, I'd rather pop his cap and naps
His mom, his aunt, his dad, his cat (woo!)
2004, I was screamin' everything Gucci, no Big Cat (woo!)
And we was skatin' up, ridin' with them Ks, shootin' at all these big racks

Fuck a officer
Akon, what it do, bruh?
Keep these fuckin' hoes off of you
When you get some new money turn new or
You gon' wish you would've or could've, the way I
Sit down and get rich like a booker (yeah)

Might drop the top up off it
If I don't get into the helicopter
Feelin' like I'm on a blue dolphin
Nigga ridin' 'round with like hella choppers
Every time I need new surgery
I'm gon' call up my head doctor (brrr)
Five more thousands 'cause she ain't got no head problems

Yeah, all my niggas, they be bleedin', nigga
Yeah, they ain't gon' never cheat a nigga
Yeah, pop a watermelon any season, nigga (yeah)
Hey, I'ma bag her every time I see her, nigga

Fishin' hoes with my hook (what?)
Pockets all swollen, no book (what?)
Glasses on, she don't know how I look (nerdy, nerdy)
Since I'm on, how the fuck do I look? (I'm on, I'm on)
You ain't got no milli, you can't tell me how I look
I'm a big old blood over here, I'm Suge

Niggas say they fuck with you, I can't tell
Five hundred thousand dollar Chevelle
I got bricks and birds for retail
I got a hundred thousand 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 Haitians 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 dedication
I put Act inside my drink, they call it medication

Ayy, you ain't read the paper? (You ain't read the paper?)
You ain't seen the news? Got a team of goons 'bout action
Never start it, but I finish it so nasty, ask 'em (ask 'em)
They know 'bout me
I'm so Keisha with the 9, rock-a-bye, baby
So smooth, so fly, baby (so fly, boom, boom!)
Rock-a-bye, baby

Let me turn up now, four shows a week
Hundred thousand a piece, we gettin' bread now (gettin' bread now)
Mama, don't worry 'bout nothin' ('bout nothin')
You can kick up your legs now
I ain't lyin', I got hitters on top of hitters (chop it, nigga)
Got hitters on top of hitters
Rest in peace to my nigga Lil Bleek (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
Hate that, nigga

Niggas say they fuck with you, I can't tell
Five hundred thousand dollar Chevelle
I got bricks and birds for retail
I got a hundred thousand 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 Haitians 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 dedication
I put Act inside my drink, they call it medication