You Can't Tell Me Shit

Nah,

You can’t tell me shit

I been rockin different ever since I was a kid

You can’t tell me shit

All that talkin stop don’t bother wasting all your breath

You can’t tell me shit

Look at my reflection and I see a pretty bitch

You can’t tell me shit

You can’t tell me shit

You can’t tell me shit

You can’t tell me shit

New id get it poppin ever since I was a kid

I don’t see no ceilings pop the top and lost the lid

I don’t trust a single soul you sounding like the feds

I ain’t got no hero’s I know people fucking switch

Don’t respect my elders if they don’t respect the kid

I don’t take advice from people that ain’t on my level yet

Thought you talking smart but you ain’t got it that’s

embarrassing

I could put the whole world on my back and fucking carry it

Take them racks and stack Em till they add up like the pyramid

When I make a million with my friends we fucking sharing it

I’m so damn impatient I might race it out the dealership

I can tell way you was talking you don’t know me well

Clean as hell skin poppin melanin like clearasil

Plugging both my ears lalala throwing tantrums

Pardon I’m just narcissist I know I’m looking handsome

Your shit ain’t getting me off

Cinnamon soft

Sweeter than boxed hi c

They Really all bark

Keep it in park

Leaving Em all behind me

They stuck in the lot

Really ain’t got

Any idea or drive

And he up and

above

I’m Riding that buzz

I’m Really just living my life

Nah,

You can’t tell me shit

I been rockin different ever since I was a kid

You can’t tell me shit

All that talkin stop don’t bother wasting all your breath

You can’t tell me shit

Look at my reflection and I see a pretty bitch

You can’t tell me shit

You can’t tell me shit

You can’t tell me shit

You can’t tell me shit my ****

You can’t tell me nothing

**** all my gang we trained to go

On 1,2,3 we hutting

Living like a rockstar

baby I ain’t smashing pumpkins

And I snuck this pistol in the club

for **** who be jumping

Bitch I’m litty in yo city

Come fuck with me for a minute

Bitch I’m dripping, that’s no kizzy

Know you ain’t heard from me in a minute

Tote 2 Glocks I’m a bad boy

I call one diddy and one biggie

I’m a scumbag I’m a baby

Let me suck up on them titties

Fuck them coppers we tote choppers

Bitch I’m raining on them dumpin

I’m in Jamaica with my Rasta

And we smoking on some skunky

I know a bitch with an onlyfans

if you ain’t payin she ain’t fucking

Ima head busser ****

leave his ass like humpty dumpty ****

I need a bitch that look like Trina

Ima cash out on a trick

Off this bumbu with some juice

Yeah that’s the perfect mix

These **** want my recipe

But they can’t get all in my mix

Shoutout to the BasedGod

I feel like a pretty bitch lil ****

Nah,

You can’t tell me shit

I been rockin different ever since I was a kid

You can’t tell me shit

All that talkin stop don’t bother wasting all your breath

You can’t tell me shit

Look at my reflection and I see a pretty bitch

You can’t tell me shit

You can’t tell me shit

You can’t tell me shit