Ain't GUNNA Tell

Yeah
Yeah
Heyy
Heyyy

My pistol is plastic, my bitch made of plastic
And they both fantastic, my flow so aesthetic
I ain't gunna tell, I don't do no rattin
Check my DP, that discovery packet

Hundred K, strong it's stuff in to the mattress
Hundred bad bitches, but really they average
He don't want problems, I'm sending the address
He don't want problems, I'm clutching the ratchet

Baby daddy callin', very next morning
I gave her plan B, so why you so erratic
Electricity when it come to that static
F&N flip his ass, he acrobatic

Twenty pounds tucked in the muhfucking attic
off wochi and tussin, they think I'm an addict
If I wasn't trapping, I could've bought pateks
If I didn't re-up, I would've bought pateks

Eeny meeny miny moe, catch a nigga by the toe
Get a knife, cut his throat, bitch, I'm a savage
Pussy nigga down the road, tellin' that he got a phone
Hit his ass with the chrome, sending him to medics

Ball head shooter, bitch they calling me reddit
All of my niggas got motion, kinetic
Nigga wrote a statement, now they trying to build a case
Man, it is too late for my niggas to dead it

(Pew Pew) grab the semi gone spin the block
(Whew Whew) Now I'm trying to duck the city cops
Say he don't dance, that chopper, make him diddy bop
hundred round drum, my nina got her titties out

Say you a rat, I'm really trying to figure out
You talk to them, what that shit about?
A blemish on your face, can't clear it out
On your head, they just put a big amount

There's only one option, we send him to heaven
There's only one doctor, can save him no reverend
If they double up, then this head gon' be severed

She gassing 'em up like a 7-Eleven
She bring them back home, that's just part of the schedule
His body on ice, like the top of my bezel

My pistol is plastic, my bitch made of plastic
And they both fantastic, my flow so aesthetic
I ain't gunna tell, I don't do no rattin
Check my DP, that discovery packet

Hundred K, strong it's stuff in to the mattress
Hundred bad bitches, but really they average
He don't want problems, I'm sending the address
He don't want problems, I'm clutching the ratchet

Baby daddy callin', very next morning
I gave her plan B, so why you so erratic
Electricity when it come to that static
F&N flip his ass, he acrobatic

Twenty pounds tucked in the muhfucking attic
off wochi and tussin, they think I'm an addict
If I wasn't trapping, I could've bought pateks
If I didn't re-up, I would've bought pateks