Young Thug - Cant Tell Lyrics

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Yeah

Yeah, yeah
Yeah

Niggas say they fuck with you, I cant 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 cant 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 its no more thinking
Pussy boy, Ill 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 didnt 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 Im 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 Ive seen?
Bout the same amount of pussy niggas dead Ive seen
You know how many bitches in the bed Ive seen?
That like asking me how much bread Ive 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 dont talk so much
She said, Who Im hiding from?
What the fuck? For what?

Man, Im leanin so bad, I cant 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 cant adapt, Id rather slap, Id 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 wouldve or couldve, the way I
Sit down and get rich like a booker yeah

Might drop the top up off it
If I dont get into the helicopter
Feelin like Im on a blue dolphin
Nigga ridin round with like hella choppers
Every time I need new surgery
Im gon call up my head doctor brrr
Five more thousands cause she aint got no head problems

Yeah, all my niggas, they be bleedin, nigga
Yeah, they aint gon never cheat a nigga
Yeah, pop a watermelon any season, nigga yeah
Hey, Ima bag her every time I see her, nigga

Fishin hoes with my hook what?
Pockets all swollen, no book what?
Glasses on, she dont know how I look nerdy, nerdy
Since Im on, how the fuck do I look? Im on, Im on
You aint got no milli, you cant tell me how I look
Im a big old blood over here, Im Suge

Ayy, you aint read the paper? You aint read the paper?
You aint 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
Im 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, dont worry bout nothin bout nothin
You can kick up your legs now
I aint 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