Can't Tell

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

500, 000 Dollar chevelle

I got bricks and birds for retail

I 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 that is 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

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 magazine

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?

They like asking me how much bread I've seen

More than enough, in God we trust

You love a real niggas 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?

Man that leanin so bad, I can't even do a push up for a million

(Lean, lean, lean, lean, lean)

Catch a nigga baby mama

Make her give me nothing but ceiling (head)

Never had time to wrap and cap

And doubt the trap my ice a lamp

I can't adapt, I'd rather the slap

I read the pop, it's capped in now

His mom is out, his dad, his cat

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 for 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 head 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'm a bag her every time I see her, nigga

Fishing hoes with my hook

Pockets all swollen, no book

Glasses on, she don't know how I look

Since I'm on how the fuck 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

You ain't read the paper, 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