Tellin Ya

作曲 : Semaja Render/Tyjee Eskridge/Princeton Balark

I'm tellin' ya

I'm tellin' ya

(Ooh, Dilla)

Porsche 911 (911)

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

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

Trappin' just like [belly?] (Forreal)

I keep guns like [belly?] (Forreal)

This is foreign, not a Chevy (Forreal)

Sound like Kid Cudi

Smoke exotic with my buddy

He so cap, I'm tellin' ya

Make me don't trust nothin', mmm

Found my gold like treasure

VVS grill when I be cussin', yeah

I'm so slime, can't trust me

Snakes in my grass, don't cut it tho

Drag racin' in them Trackhawks

I'ma tell ya

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

Just to the sky, but we gettin' so high

We so proud, 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 niggas, yeah we ****ed 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"

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

Porsche 911 (911)

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

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

Trappin' just like [belly?] (Forreal)

I keep guns like [belly?] (Forreal)

This is foreign, not a Chevy (Forreal)

Sound like Kid Cudi

Smoke exotic with my buddy

He so cap, I'm tellin' ya

Make me don't trust nothin', hmmm

Found my gold like treasure

VVS grill when I be cussin', yeah

I'm so slime, can't trust me (Slatt)

Snakes in my grass, don't cut it tho

Drag racin' in them Trackhawks

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

**** all the fame, yeah

I came from the mud, yeah

I came from the trenches

It's a 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 (Skrt)

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)

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

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

Hang around with them real ones, yeah

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 baguette, I'm tellin' ya (I'm tellin' ya)

Trappin' just like [belly?] (Forreal)

I keep guns like [belly?] (Forreal)

This is foreign, not a Chevy (Forreal)

Sound like Kid Cudi

Smoke exotic with my buddy

He so cap, I'm tellin' ya

Make me don't trust nothin', hmmm

Found my gold like treasure

VVS grill when I be cussin', yeah

I'm so slime, can't trust me (Slatt)

Snakes in my grass, don't cut it tho

Drag racin' in them Trackhawks

I'ma tell ya