Tell
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
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
Credits
Writer(s): Travis Foy
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