Tell (feat. Ryan Nixon & K.Y.D.)

Tilted Towers swag, I built a power bag Puffing sour, drag, game got an hour lag I paint a powder keg black with flower flags Live on an outer edge where they call cowards fags What is this world we're living in? Giving in To political criminals inhaling chemicals Barely presentable, spitting one syllables (dawg), the road to bigger fish To fry in the kitchen, at your door is Jehovah's Witnesses This a classic in the making Break the plastic, get to shaking Like Seizures from the strobe light A fairy tale like Snow White Once Upon A Time in the DMI Was a bitch named, nah that is TMI If I hit you on Tinder with a wink and a smile Yeah, your bio better have your BMI GetchaTreFixx like the t-shirt or a feature or A Migos Song I bet you text back SMH, bitch I am D'Lo Brown We go long, we go long, wide receiver a diva like Tinashe or Nia Long Prolly get my ass beat by her security but at least she would know I'm Nasty, Word I just wanna tell you, I just wanna tell you I just wanna tell you I'm that shit Sitting in the backseat, listening to Backstreet Quit playing games, This another smash hit I just wanna tell you, I just wanna tell you I just wanna tell you I'm that shit I said I'm that shit, yeah I don't like to brag, JKing, yeah I do I'm with a bitch so bad, she don't fuck around with you You a bitch, so sad, it's like the last scene from Rue The shit tragic if you asking for the truth No lacking, show action for the proof No traction so I crash into the booth Full speed ahead with a pedal full of lead Coming for the throne, you better off playing dead If you playing in my lane, then I'm aiming for the head I might be on Atkins, got a craving for the bread Shits crazy, now I'm laying in a bed full of dreams Patiently praying for the cream It'll come when I get it, spinners for the fidget I'll fuck around and turn your depot to a divot I always keep one foot planted for the pivot And still somehow I'm running circles til I'm winded boy I just wanna tell you, I just wanna tell you I just wanna tell you I'm that shit Sitting in the backseat, listening to Backstreet Quit playing games, This another smash hit I just wanna tell you, I just wanna tell you I just wanna tell you I'm that shit I said I'm that shit, yeah I done told you, but listen, let me tell again I am that shit you are smellin' when there's hella wind I can ride my bike with no handlebars, pedaling I just wanna tell you to tell a friend What can I say? I guess I was just born better (There's more, Tell her) Whore, I'm Jason Bourne in torn leather Get torn limb from limb, and stored in a storm cellar Then store some more whores in the morgue, then forget her Ms. Thorne get more wetter with a Kyd than a Mod, Sun That was sick. If you lookin' for dick, then I got one Get pumped like a shotgun. Let loose in the gun range If I give her lil' change, I bet she do sum'n strange Your shit is so mundane, I bet you order stuff plain Your chick is dippin' on the side, in need of an upgrade Your thug ways got you reading off your rap sheet She like the way I work it when I beat it to some Blackstreet Tell 'em I just wanna tell you, I just wanna tell you I just wanna tell you I'm that shit Sitting in the backseat, listening to Backstreet Quit playing games, This another smash hit I just wanna tell you, I just wanna tell you I just wanna tell you I'm that shit I said I'm that shit, yeah