Tellin Ya (feat. Lil PJ)

I'm tellin' ya

I'm tellin' ya

Ooh, Dilla

Porsche 911 (911)

Maybach coupe, I'm tellin' ya (I'm tellin' ya)

Big backend, I'm tellin' ya (I'm tellin' ya)

Trappin' just like Belly (For real)

I keep guns like Belly (Hood Baby)

This is foreign, not a Chevy (Hood Baby), uh

Sound like Kid Cudi (Baby)

Smoke exotic with my buddy (Woo)

He so cap, I'm tellin' ya (Let's go)

Make me don't trust nothin' (Hm)

Found my gold like treasure (Hm)

VVS grill when I be cussin', yeah

I'm so slime, can't trust me, huh

Snakes in my grass, don't cut it, though

Drag racin' in them Trackhawks (Crack)

I'ma tell ya (Let's go)

I'm so slime, draw, win, or lose

My bitch got honey, Winnie Pooh

Spent a couple thousand on some brand new shoes

Arrowhead, that's a brand new tool

Jet to the sky, we gettin' so high

We so private, can't tell our moves

Load up some sticks then we slide

Guarantee you make the news

Virgil Off-White, I can drip all night

My bitch got head, yeah, that dyke

Her pussy pink and it's tight

Me and twenty ****, we fucked her twice

We come in two like Mike and Ike

Make it rain in the club, that's a alibi

Put her down, she don't know what's right

I don't see no evil

All is see is a lot of commas and they b-rolls (Racks)

Told PJ, "It gon' be a lot of people" (Lot of rats)

Nah, we ain't worried, we got that lethal (Rawf)

Porsche 911 (911)

Maybach coupe, I'm tellin' ya (I'm tellin' ya)

Big backend, I'm tellin' ya (I'm tellin' ya)

Trappin' just like Belly (For real)

I keep guns like Belly (Hood Baby)

This is foreign, not a Chevy (Hood Baby), uh

Sound like Kid Cudi (Baby)

Smoke exotic with my buddy (Woo)

He so cap, I'm tellin' ya (Let's go)

Make me don't trust nothin' (Hm)

Found my gold like treasure (Hm)

VVS grill when I be cussin', yeah

I'm so slime, can't trust me, huh

Snakes in my grass, don't cut it, though

Drag racin' in them Trackhawks (Crack)

I'ma tell ya

Yeah, I came from the hood with all of the bros

You know I'm gon' ride with my gang, yeah

I just want the money, I just want the big bag, yeah

Fuck all the fame, yeah

I came from the mud, yeah, I came from the trenches

The 30 go out with a bang

Ride around, they gon' know my name

Might pop me an Addy, I stay in my lane, yeah

Double C's, huh, yeah, Chanel the kicks, yeah

I might go Louis or I might go Prada, shit

Mismatched fit, yeah

Big body AMG with them tints, yeah (Skrrt)

We gon' ride with them sticks, yeah

Got it on my own, I had to grind

Naw, they ain't give me shit (No, no, no, no)

Hotbox crew, young **** shit, yeah that Fox Five gang

2015, I was hell, yeah, I was thuggin' with that thang

Hang around with them real ones, I swear I made a name

From bandos, condos, Panamera for the rain

Porsche 911 (911)

Maybach coupe, I'm tellin' ya (I'm tellin' ya)

Big backend, I'm tellin' ya (I'm tellin' ya)

Trappin' just like Belly (For real)

I keep guns like Belly (Hood Baby)

This is foreign, not a Chevy (Hood Baby), uh

Sound like Kid Cudi (Baby)

Smoke exotic with my buddy (Woo)

He so cap, I'm tellin' ya (Let's go)

Make me don't trust nothin' (Hm)

Found my gold like treasure (Hm)

VVS grill when I be cussin', yeah

I'm so slime, can't trust me, huh

Snakes in my grass, don't cut it, though

Drag racin' in them Trackhawks (Crack)

I'ma tell ya