Lyrics Tell 'Em - Rah Swish

Tell 'Em

I call my opps Soulja Boy\nThey get caught, they gon' tell 'em\nThey gon' fold with pressure\nFree my dogs, convicted felons\nLook, empty the clip, reload, then crank that\nI bet a opp and then aim where his face at (Brra)\nI’m tryna slide like\nAnd my DM like, «Swish, where the tape at?»\nI’m on the other side with my bitch in the bush\nAnd she live where the bricks at\nI keep a glove, finger-fuckin' her sturdy\nI told 'em I’m practicin' safe sex\nI ain’t got time for the corny shit\nCouple of shots, let me call me this bitch\nI’m off the Henny, but, no, I ain’t trippin'\nYou buggin', can’t go like Murray blick\nI see that V, I’ma throw up the card, okay\nIf it’s your mom’s or your shorty’s shit\nIf it’s a\n, I’ma do it\nI never cry to a prosecutor\nWhole lotta rappers just be rappin'\nWe know the facts, y’all not the shooters\nI pop a Perky, and I probably use her\nShe wanna suck me and fuck to my music, tunin' in\nAnd that’s my brother, he bug out\nAd we in L.A. on Melrose with a gun out\nOkay, if you want\nI get some olders that I never mention, 'cause they don’t want clout (Brr)\nI give 'em what I give 'em, I said what I said\nIt’s a whole lotta bitch niggas that want me dead\nI’m still outside, we gon' slide like a sledge\nYou know I’m on time if I pull up with Dread\nI bought a fifty popper, leave him slumped\nBut I was really shoppin' for a pump\nSound like I’m havin' meetings with the plug\nI’m tryna turn kush into runts\nI call my opps Soulja Boy\nThey get caught, they gon' tell 'em\nThey gon' fold with pressure\nFree my dogs, convicted felons\nI call my opps Soulja Boy\nThey get caught, they gon' tell 'em\nI know they gon' tell 'em\nSo now that he be tellin'\nLook, empty the clip, reload, then crank that\nI bet a opp and then aim where his face at (Brra)\nI’m tryna slide like\nAnd my DM like, «Swish, where the tape at?»\nI’m on the other side with my bitch in the bush\nAnd she live where the bricks at\nI keep a glove, finger-fuckin' her sturdy\nI told 'em I’m practicin' safe sex\nI call my opps Soulja Boy\nThey get caught, they gon' tell 'em\nThey gon' fold with pressure\nFree my dogs, convicted felons\nI call my opps Soulja Boy\nThey get caught, they gon' tell 'em\nI know they gon' tell 'em\nSo now that he be tellin'