Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Can't Tell, artist - Young Thug. Album song Barter 6, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 15.04.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: 300 Entertainment
Song language: English
Can't Tell |
| Niggas say they fuck with you, I can’t tell |
| 500, 000 dollar Chevelle |
| I got bricks and birds for retail |
| I got 100, 000 worth of belts |
| These bitches and these niggas know that they can’t play around here |
| I call the spot elementary cause I keep a K around here |
| All my Hatians if you play they make you grady baby |
| I might shoot you in your head and that is no more thinking |
| Pussy boy I’ll leave you dead and call it dead-ication |
| I put Act inside my drink, they call it medication |
| Hold up, pull up, roll up, pour up |
| Ounces in a soda |
| Push up on your bitch and shawty I didn’t even know her |
| See this hood I throw up, realest one I ever seen |
| ATL, call it XXL, cause we stay spittin' shells outta long magazine |
| Real nigga got a crown, better own that thing |
| If the game got a throne, bet I’m on that thing |
| Beloved dope dealer and a well known King |
| And a killer 'pending on how you put your spin on things |
| You know how many suckers get ahead I’ve seen? |
| Bout the same amount of pussy niggas dead I’ve seen |
| You know how many bitches in the bed I’ve seen? |
| They like asking me how much bread I’ve seen |
| More than enough, in God we trust |
| You love a real niggas then fuck with us |
| But if you got a problem with it then fuck, what up |
| It be ashes to ashes, dust to dust |
| Got your bitch riding everything but the bus |
| She let me put it everywhere but the butt |
| I always tell the bitch don’t talk so much |
| She said «Who I’m hidin' from?» |
| What the fuck, for what? |
| Man that leanin so bad, I can’t even do a push up for a million |
| (Lean, lean, lean, lean, lean) |
| Catch a nigga baby mama |
| Make her give me nothing but ceiling (head) |
| Never had time to wrap and cap |
| And doubt the trap my ice a lamp |
| I can’t adapt, I’d rather the slap |
| I read the pop, it’s capped in now |
| His mom is out, his dad, his cat |
| 2004 I was screaming everything, Gucci no Big Cat |
| And we was scannin' the ride with them cases of all these big racks |
| Fuck a officer, Akon what it do bruh |
| Keep these fuckin hoes off for you |
| When you get some new money turn up uh |
| You gon' wish you would’ve or could’ve |
| Sit down and get rich like a booker |
| Might drop the top up off it |
| If I don’t get into the helicopter |
| Feeling like I’m on a blue dolphin |
| Nigga roundin' round with like hella choppers |
| Every time I need new surgery I gon call her my head doctor |
| 5 more thousands cause she ain’t got no head problems |
| Yeah, all my niggas they be bleedin' niggas |
| They ain’t gon' never cheat a nigga |
| Pop her while I’m in the latest season, nigga |
| I’m a bag her every time I see her, nigga |
| Fishing hoes with my hook |
| Pockets all swollen, no book |
| Glasses on, she don’t know how I look |
| Since I’m on how the fuck do I look? |
| You ain’t got no milli, you can’t tell me how I look |
| I’m a big old Blood over here |
| You ain’t read the paper, you ain’t seen the news |
| Got a team of goons bout action |
| Never started, but I finish it so nasty |
| Ask em, they know bout me |
| I’m so Keyshia with the 9, rock a bye baby |
| So smooth, so fly baby, rock a bye baby |
| Let me turn up now |
| 4 shows a week, 100 thousand a piece |
| We getting bread now |
| Mama don’t worry bout nothin' |
| You can kick up your legs now |
| I ain’t lying, got hitters on top of hitters |
| Got hitters on top of hitters |
| Rest in peace to my nigga Lil Bleek |
| I miss you, I miss you nigga |
| Just tryna live and have a lil fun nigga |
| Nephew just came home, half a million dollar bond nigga |
| I got fans that bust yo ass, you talk bout Boosie baby |
| Got off my ass, went got that bag and Boosie made it |
| Hey daddy made it |