Tell Me Wut (feat. Lou152)
Who gon' tell me what?
You gon' talk about who?
You woulda thought you tough
If it fits then wear that shoe
Remember the number I got on my chain
All of the hunnits' I spent in my life ain't goin' in vain
You woulda thought you nice
I don't even know your name
None of y'all cause me pain
None of y'all in my frame of mind
Can't see you through these shades
Talk shit like I'm Andrew tate
Fuck all the fakes and phonies
All of these so called "homies"
Friday night I'm on my doley
You can't slide it's invite only
You don't oppose me
My energy is ODE
I'm OCD with my release
This is a masterpiece
You not a rapper
You just smokin' that rapper weed
I'll sell it to you let's rack up a fee
Hallelujah there's blessings I need
I wanna extend my reach
So I gotta leave
My hometown put the hoes down
No goin' broke go for broke now
Who gon' tell me what?
You gon' talk about who?
You woulda thought you tough
If it fits then wear that shoe
You can't tell me nothin'
I don't wanna hear you through
I don't wanna dap you up
You woulda thought we cool
Who gon' tell me what?
You gon' talk about who?
You woulda thought you tough
If it fits then wear that shoe
You can't tell me nothin'
I don't wanna hear you through
I don't wanna dap you up
You woulda thought we cool
Who gon' tell me how to move
Some say I got attitude
Cause I believe that I'm valuable
I'm more than chains, more than tats
More than money, I'm more than rap
Talk shit but not behind a lil' mobile app
You think you got me figured out
Bad vibes you sendin' out
Go ahead and take a good guess
Of what I got in my bank account
If I was broke I'd still get all your hoes
Y'all can't read between the lines
So you don't know how my story goes
I ain't playin' games
Y'all stuck in story mode
Every day I make another gain
But nah I ain't no gym bro
For Real
Showin' face like a special guest
I don't know why you follow me
You claim you wanna hear me less
Would've thought that it bothered me
Y'all don't even give me stress
You don't know the terminology
So how you say you a seasoned vet?
Who gon' tell me what?
You gon' talk about who?
You woulda thought you tough
If it fits then wear that shoe
You gon' talk about who?
You woulda thought you tough
If it fits then wear that shoe
Remember the number I got on my chain
All of the hunnits' I spent in my life ain't goin' in vain
You woulda thought you nice
I don't even know your name
None of y'all cause me pain
None of y'all in my frame of mind
Can't see you through these shades
Talk shit like I'm Andrew tate
Fuck all the fakes and phonies
All of these so called "homies"
Friday night I'm on my doley
You can't slide it's invite only
You don't oppose me
My energy is ODE
I'm OCD with my release
This is a masterpiece
You not a rapper
You just smokin' that rapper weed
I'll sell it to you let's rack up a fee
Hallelujah there's blessings I need
I wanna extend my reach
So I gotta leave
My hometown put the hoes down
No goin' broke go for broke now
Who gon' tell me what?
You gon' talk about who?
You woulda thought you tough
If it fits then wear that shoe
You can't tell me nothin'
I don't wanna hear you through
I don't wanna dap you up
You woulda thought we cool
Who gon' tell me what?
You gon' talk about who?
You woulda thought you tough
If it fits then wear that shoe
You can't tell me nothin'
I don't wanna hear you through
I don't wanna dap you up
You woulda thought we cool
Who gon' tell me how to move
Some say I got attitude
Cause I believe that I'm valuable
I'm more than chains, more than tats
More than money, I'm more than rap
Talk shit but not behind a lil' mobile app
You think you got me figured out
Bad vibes you sendin' out
Go ahead and take a good guess
Of what I got in my bank account
If I was broke I'd still get all your hoes
Y'all can't read between the lines
So you don't know how my story goes
I ain't playin' games
Y'all stuck in story mode
Every day I make another gain
But nah I ain't no gym bro
For Real
Showin' face like a special guest
I don't know why you follow me
You claim you wanna hear me less
Would've thought that it bothered me
Y'all don't even give me stress
You don't know the terminology
So how you say you a seasoned vet?
Who gon' tell me what?
You gon' talk about who?
You woulda thought you tough
If it fits then wear that shoe
Credits
Writer(s): Louis Hernandez
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