Tell Em (feat. Fl3x Carter)
Yeah huh
Hop up in the jet
We posted at the deli
I can't take that bitch home so i fucked in the 'tely
Two figures on my wrist I got from scammin' the cely
I stopped wearing chains so i sent them back to Elli
I call her spice 'cos we got all the ice and she got jelly
Her man keep sending threats and mine gon'
shoot, Ain't have to tell em(Ain't have to tell em)
Bro talkin' bout her broke
We gon' keep on coutin' bennies(Keep on countin' bennies)
Addicted to this fetti
Yeah I think i found my fetish(Think i found my-)
Yeah i think i found my fetish
I love countin' all this lettuce(Countin all this-)
That nigga wifed a hoe
We ran a train because she let us(She let us)
Shawty popped a percy
Now she said she like me better
She said she gon' fuck my life up
And I told her I won't let her
Rackies on the table
And the G-LOCK in the dresser(Dresser dresser)
If T Rose at the function,
yeah the smoke we got is killer(Is killer killer)
I can't fuck with hoes if they walkin'
'round in FILAs(Can't fuck with hoes in FILA)
Why you tryna test us if you know the gang is 'rillas
Hop up in the jet(In the jet jet)
We posted at the deli(At the deli)
I can't take that bitch home so i fucked in the 'tely
Two figures on my wrist I got from scammin' the cely(Ring ring)
I stopped wearing chains so i sent them back to Elli(Elli yeah)
(Big stepper, Flex Carter big moves like I'm Sean Carter)
Big stepper
Felx Carter Big moves like I'm Sean Carter
Spread your bitch and shoot a movie
Thats a panorama
I move in silence with the dracco
Watch the dracco stutter(Dracco stutter)
Big moves Loui belt
Imma lowkey stunner(Stunner)
Flashin lights on me
But no I'm not Yeezy
I got a couple hundred bitches tryna please me
And I tout the gas
And smoke the wood like wheezy
Oh- yeah
All about the money gimme the cash
Bitch I want the dollar
Shawties on my neck
She say I'm a dog, bitch it's Louis the collar
Money on my mind
It's on demand ain't got no time for nonsene
Posted in a 'rari and the benz
Then we hop up in the-
Jet(In the jet jet)
We posted at the deli(At the deli)
I can't take that bitch home so i fucked in the 'tely
Two figures on my wrist I got from scammin' the cely(Ring ring)
I stopped wearing chains so i sent them back to Elli(Elli yeah)
Hop up in the jet
We posted at the deli
I can't take that bitch home so i fucked in the 'tely
Two figures on my wrist I got from scammin' the cely
I stopped wearing chains so i sent them back to Elli
I call her spice 'cos we got all the ice and she got jelly
Her man keep sending threats and mine gon'
shoot, Ain't have to tell em(Ain't have to tell em)
Bro talkin' bout her broke
We gon' keep on coutin' bennies(Keep on countin' bennies)
Addicted to this fetti
Yeah I think i found my fetish(Think i found my-)
Yeah i think i found my fetish
I love countin' all this lettuce(Countin all this-)
That nigga wifed a hoe
We ran a train because she let us(She let us)
Shawty popped a percy
Now she said she like me better
She said she gon' fuck my life up
And I told her I won't let her
Rackies on the table
And the G-LOCK in the dresser(Dresser dresser)
If T Rose at the function,
yeah the smoke we got is killer(Is killer killer)
I can't fuck with hoes if they walkin'
'round in FILAs(Can't fuck with hoes in FILA)
Why you tryna test us if you know the gang is 'rillas
Hop up in the jet(In the jet jet)
We posted at the deli(At the deli)
I can't take that bitch home so i fucked in the 'tely
Two figures on my wrist I got from scammin' the cely(Ring ring)
I stopped wearing chains so i sent them back to Elli(Elli yeah)
(Big stepper, Flex Carter big moves like I'm Sean Carter)
Big stepper
Felx Carter Big moves like I'm Sean Carter
Spread your bitch and shoot a movie
Thats a panorama
I move in silence with the dracco
Watch the dracco stutter(Dracco stutter)
Big moves Loui belt
Imma lowkey stunner(Stunner)
Flashin lights on me
But no I'm not Yeezy
I got a couple hundred bitches tryna please me
And I tout the gas
And smoke the wood like wheezy
Oh- yeah
All about the money gimme the cash
Bitch I want the dollar
Shawties on my neck
She say I'm a dog, bitch it's Louis the collar
Money on my mind
It's on demand ain't got no time for nonsene
Posted in a 'rari and the benz
Then we hop up in the-
Jet(In the jet jet)
We posted at the deli(At the deli)
I can't take that bitch home so i fucked in the 'tely
Two figures on my wrist I got from scammin' the cely(Ring ring)
I stopped wearing chains so i sent them back to Elli(Elli yeah)
Credits
Writer(s): Giorno Canham
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.