"Tell It" lyrics

Ayy. Backwood double-stuffed
No Denzel, I got this Act inside this double cup
All white lows on top of my toes and I can't scuff 'em up
She got cute boobs, I like her lips, and I just love her butt

Ayy, dropped a deuce inside my drink, gave it the bubble guts
I got a play, this shit gonna work, you need to huddle up
Ayy, the shit I smoke, it hit you back and make you knuckle up
I pour out Wocky, still sip green, I call them "Flying Dutchman"

Fuck that, call him dill pickle
Bitch, I'm a real nigga
When you on your dick and down bad, they don't wanna deal with you
Yeah
Nigga don't wanna hang with you
Them folks ain't tryna fuck with you
When you was just up, you were so real, now you a fuck nigga

I watched him touch a hundred ball and he blew it all, let them tell it
That nigga a bitch, he left the hood and forgot his dogs, let them tell it
That nigga is stacking up no pape, he always in the mall, let them tell it
She be like,"Bae, this pussy yours."
You lying through your drawers, let me smell it
Count this money, it turn me on, I think I got a money fetish
Booby traps like Home Alone, don't run in here if you ain't ready

Ayy, don't run in this bitch, you ain't ready to die
Don't think these nigga done felt that fire
You better cross them Ts and dot them Is
Patti LaBelle, I'm serving pies

I watched him touch a hundred ball and he blew it all, let them tell it
That nigga a bitch, he left the hood and forgot his dogs, let them tell it
That nigga is stacking up no pape, he always in the mall, let them tell it
She be like, "Bae, this pussy yours."
You lying through your draws, let me smell it

I watched him touch a hundred ball and he blew it all, let them tell it
That nigga a bitch, he left the hood and forgot his dogs, let them tell it
That nigga is stacking up no pape, he always in the mall, let them tell it
She be like, "Bae, this pussy yours."
You lying through your draws let me smell it