Told Y'all

I'm inna new whip you ain't seen it (nah)
Finna hit the sprite with the remix (lean)
All this fuckin' Fendi, I'm the cleanest
I'm so wavy make a bitch sea sick (scurr)
I can only pipe a bitch if she thick (yah)
Pistol beat like Bankroll and D. Rich (bitch)
Two grand on these LV kicks (Louie)
Couple hundred horse power eat this (Louie)
Okay, you niggas wanna sneak diss
Chasing after money leave me sleepless
Type of nigga fallout for a weak bitch
I took her to the crib let her eat this
Billie Jean told a bitch to Beat It
Up how she let a nigga beat it
Would've told her she'll make a good parent
Until she swallowed my semen

I told y'all I was gon' ball (swish)
I told y'all I was gon shit no stall
I told your girl I was gon' call
But here her number back cause it ain't happen at all
I told y'all I was gonna rock designer
I told y'all I was gonna get them bands
And if you wanna get super fuckin' rich
Then only thing you need to stop fuckin' with is friends
I told y'all I was gonna eat good
I told y'all I was gonna make it out the hood
I told y'all I'ma count big racks
Hop in my lane and I'm grabbing the wood
Told y'all that I got the Mac, Steve Jobs
All this motherfuckin' horse power Yee-Haw
Bitch I got bigger guns than T.I
He told y'all that I don't, then he lied

I just hit this blunt so motherfucking hard
Your bitch just jumped in my motherfucking car (scurr, scurr, scurr)
I'm authentic you's a motherfuckin' fraud
And my clip is a motherfucking large
If I take the pedal in this foreign (sure, scurr, scurr)
Oh can't you tell 'em, I'm ignorant
Use two be slidin' down St. Lawrence
If we catch you lackin' then we scorin' (bang bang bang bang)
Pull up in that all-white like a nazi (scurr)
Lookin' out for police and paparazzi (yah)
This bitch hotter than a taki
Told her give me that A$AP Rocky (bitch)
Pull up in that all-white like a nazi (bitch)
Lookin' out for police and paparazzi (bitch)
This bitch hotter than a taki
Told her give me that A$AP Rocky (scurr)

I told y'all I was gon' ball (swish)
I told y'all I was gon shit no stall
I told your girl I was gon' call
But here her number back cause it ain't happen at all
I told y'all I was gonna rock designer
I told y'all I was gonna get them bands
And if you wanna get super fuckin' rich
Then only thing you need to stop fuckin' with is friends
I told y'all I was gonna eat good
I told y'all I was gonna make it out the hood
I told y'all I'ma count big racks
Hop in my lane and Im grabbing the wood
Told y'all that I got the Mac, Steve Jobs
All this motherfuckin' horse power Yee-Haw (scurr, scurr)
Bitch I got bigger guns than T.I
He told y'all that I don't, then he lied, scurr



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Writer(s): Keith Cozart, Dwayne Richardson
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