ฟังเพลงCan't Tell (feat. T.I. and Boosie BadAzz) (Explicit)

Can't Tell (feat. T.I. and Boosie BadAzz) (Explicit) - Young Thug/T.I./Boosie BadAzz

Niggas say they f**k 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 b**ches 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

P**sy 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 b**ch 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 ni**a got a crown better own that thing

If the game got a throne bet I'm on that thing

Beloved d**e 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 p**sy niggas dead I've seen

You know how many b**ches 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 ni**a then f**k with us

But if you got a problem with it then f**k what up

It be ashes to ashes dust to dust

Got your b**ch riding everything but the bus

She let me put it everywhere but the butt

I always tell the b**ch don't talk so much

She said who and how I'm from

What the f**k for what

Niggas say they f**k 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 b**ches 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

P**sy boy I'll leave you dead and call it dead-ication

I put Act inside my drink they call it medication

Man that lean is so bad

I can't even do a push up for a million

Lean lean lean lean

Catch a ni**a 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 is capped

2004 I was screaming everything Gucci no Big Cat

And we was scared to ride with them cases of all these big racks

F**k a officer Akon what it do bruh

Keep these f**king hoes off for you

When you get some new money turn up uh

You gon' wish you would've could've

Sit down and get rich like a booker

Might drop the top up off it

If I don't into the helicopter

Feeling like I'm on a blue dolphing

Ni**a roundin' round with like hella choppers

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

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

Yeah all my niggas they be bleedin' yeah

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

Yeah pop her while I'm ni**a

Yeah I'ma bag her every time I see her ni**a

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 f**k 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**k 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 b**ches 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

P**sy 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

Chopping niggas

Got hitters on top of hitters

Rest in peace to my ni**a Lil Bleek

I miss you I miss you ni**a

Just tryna live and have a lil' fun ni**a

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

I've got fans that bust yo' a** you talk 'bout Boosie baby

Got off my a** went got that bag and Boosie made it

Hey

Niggas say they f**k 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 b**ches 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

P**sy boy I'll leave you dead and call it dead-ication

I put Act inside my drink they call it medication