Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ain't No Tellin', artist - Mozzy. Date of issue: 26.05.2019
Song language: English
Ain't No Tellin' |
| Fonzie go brazy |
| Insane |
| 808 Mafia |
| Yeah |
| Goon body, who you dudes body that was relevant? |
| (Nobody, nigga) |
| Hit his intelligence, get you knocked off for a settlement |
| We sneakin' the metal in, got the mini-drake like the Taliban (Ooh) |
| These niggas rockin' with snitches, talkin' 'bout he better not tell again, damn |
| Lil' bruh took an L, he tryna settle in |
| And he need to PayPal my cash to settle the debt he in |
| Got hit for a Band-Aid on a side bet, I’m finna bet again (I'm like, «Fuck it») |
| Pull out a fifty piece on you boys and drop on a better Benz, yeah |
| I got an F&N and you know I bought it from the Mexicans (My nigga Primo) |
| Shout out the prices, in love with the prices, them my next of kin (My nigga |
| Primo) |
| That’s on my mama and 'em |
| We pulling up niggas, got problem with them |
| Ayy, shout out my mama and 'em |
| Said, «Get off your ass, go get you an M,» yeah |
| That’s what I did, that’s what I did, that’s what I did for real (For real, |
| for real) |
| He throwin' up subs, so I’ma just go and fuck the homie bitch for real (For |
| real, for real) |
| Ayy, I’m with the shit for real |
| Ain’t no doubt about it, ask about a nigga |
| You know them jewelers’ll kill you for speakin' ill |
| Get whacked by the nigga |
| Hah, hah, yeah, Heaven or Hell, it ain’t no telling (Ain't no telling) |
| They wanna picture me catching a shell, I ain’t gon' let 'em, uh |
| Look at my life, I did well, a nigga ain’t dead and I ain’t no felon (I ain’t |
| no felon) |
| Fuck your protection, the niggas I brung, they ain’t gon' threaten, nigga |
| I’m putting dope in the leaf, uh (Dope in the leaf) |
| I pour a four in a peach, uh (Four in a peach) |
| I cannot foreign with creeps, uh (Foreign with creeps) |
| Turbo motor in the Jeep, uh |
| Arm is short but I got reach, I could send blitz, uh |
| I party with a singer bitch, cocaine coming off her fingertips, uh |
| Most days I reminisce how a nigga sold tres for a nick (What else?) |
| My homie cookin' like it’s homemade, he got road rage with the whip (What else?) |
| The block lookin' like the Stone Age, make 'em Soul Train for a fifth |
| You cross the street where them boys stay, look both ways or get hit (Yeah, |
| yeah, yeah) |
| All the hoes say a nigga lit (Lit) |
| Send me the list, I bet I surpass them, nigga (I bet I surpass them, nigga) |
| I can’t get distracted, nigga |
| Packages gettin' a wrapping, nigga (They gettin' a wrapping, nigga) |
| Ain’t no attachment, nigga, I put that hoe on a raffle, nigga, uh |
| It ain’t a gaffle, I need a statue right in the Apple, nigga, uh |
| Uh, uh, it ain’t no telling, uh |
| Ain’t no telling, uh |
| Ain’t no telling, nigga |