Can't Tell (feat. T.I. & Boosie BadAzz)

Can’t tell, can't

**** say they fuck with you, I can't tell

Five hundred thousand dollar Chevelle

How he got bricks and birds for retail?

How he got one hundred thousand worth of belts?

These bitches and these **** 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 (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 (Bankhead)

ATL, call it XXL, cause we stay spittin' shells outta long magazine

Real **** 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 **** 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

Ay, more than enough, in God we trust

You love a real **** then fuck with us

But if you got a problem with it then fuck, 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 fuck, for what?

**** say they fuck with you, I can't tell

Five hundred thousand dollar Chevelle

How he got bricks and birds for retail?

How he got one hundred thousand worth of belts?

These bitches and these **** 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 **** baby mama, make her give me nothing but ceiling

(Hey) Hey

Never had time to rap and cap and doubt the trap my ice a lamp

I can't adapt, I'd rather slap

I'd rather 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

Fuck 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

Hoo where I, 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

**** ridin' round with like hella choppers

Every time I need new surgery, I gon call her my head doctor

Five more thousands cause she ain't got no hair problems

Yeah, all my **** they be bleedin'

They ain't gon' never cheat a ****

Pop her while I'm in the latest season, ****

Hey, I'ma bag her every time I see her, ****

Fishing hoes with my hook

Pockets on swole, no book

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

**** say they fuck with you, I can't tell

Five hundred thousand dollar Chevelle

How he got bricks and birds for retail?

How he got one hundred thousand worth of belts?

These bitches and these **** 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

Four shows a week, a hundred 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 (Choppin' ****)

Got hitters on top of hitters

Rest in peace to my **** Lil Bleek

I miss you, I miss you, ****

Just tryna live and have a li'l fun, ****

Nephew just came home, half a million dollar bond, ****

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

**** say they fuck with you, I can't tell

Five hundred thousand dollar Chevelle

How he got bricks and birds for retail?

How he got a hundred thousand worth of belts?

These bitches and these **** 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

Hey (Hey)