Tell Em

Try n touch me they gon' shoot
I ain't even gotta tell em
Put my work in since a yout'
I ain't even gotta tell em
Who the truth?
I ain't even gotta tell em
Grew round criminals & felons
I ain't even gotta tell em
Brum Town, what I'm reppin'
I ain't even gotta tell em
T F, what I'm reppin'
I ain't even gotta tell em
Told her come she bring her bedjrins
I ain't even gotta tell em
Fuck the feds they'll get it too
I ain't even gotta tell em
Uh

All these niggas out here cappin actin' like they crackin' melons
I can tell who's bootin' & who's dippin', i ain't gotta tell em
Smokin' on this lettuce
Fuck the fedys
Power with the people bitch get ready
Takin' back the streets
Young G's stakin cheddy
Growin' up remember sleepin', wakin' up with hungry bellys
We was doin' home invasions
Jewelleries, Car Keys, Lappys, Tellys
Ridin' bang that Makaveli
Why u posin'? If u holdin' - put it back or bang already
One man up, but i be feelin' like a gang already
Plus my gang be with me
Oh you trappin' that whitney?
Way you movin', thats so raven, think i seen you on Disney
I been brazen since a pickney, hope the lord forgive me
My G's rollin' with me

Try n touch me they gon' shoot
I ain't even gotta tell em
Put my work in since a yout'
I ain't even gotta tell em
Who the truth?
I ain't even gotta tell em
Grew round criminals & felons
I ain't even gotta tell em
Brum Town, what I'm reppin'
I ain't even gotta tell em
T F, what I'm reppin'
I ain't even gotta tell em
Told her come she bring her bedjrins
I ain't even gotta tell em
Fuck the feds they'll get it too
I ain't even gotta tell em
Uh

I ain't stressin' 'bout no bitch
Gettin' rich, thats the mission
I ain't materialistic
But what material is this?
Ayo, i love how it fits me
Drip is ridiculous
Drip is ridiculous
We goin' tit for tat
She showin' titts & tatts
Some of these nitty's want me to give shit to them raw
Some want it mixed and bashed, uh
Your in a crackhead's house right now, dont matter where you flick your ash
Don't roll your spliff of anything in here just use your hands
1st better wash your hands
Gloves & mask to bag up
Them .5's & grams
Got different scales for weed, can't contaminate contraband
I'm on call, thats on demand
Your girls mom, thinks i'm her man
'Cuz i'm the man
Wouldn't kill a fly run up il kill you quick
I don't want no-one to die, I just wanna live

Try n touch me they gon' shoot
I ain't even gotta tell em
Put my work in since a yout'
I ain't even gotta tell em
Who the truth?
I ain't even gotta tell em
Grew round criminals & felons
I ain't even gotta tell em
Brum Town, what I'm reppin'
I ain't even gotta tell em
T F, what I'm reppin'
I ain't even gotta tell em
Told her come she bring her bedjrins
I ain't even gotta tell em
Fuck the feds they'll get it too
I ain't even gotta tell em
Uh



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Writer(s): Kyle Greaves
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