TELL THE WAY Lyrics

Ya can tell the way that I do this shit I've been doing it more than weeks

I'm in love with your sis and wait till I say what we do between the sheets

She's into football wears the helmet pads but doesn't wear no cleats

She jumps on me when she see's me bro that's every time we meets

She's got a boyfriend but doesn't even tell me all the deets

Cause I don't care we ain't a pair an apple an orange or a peach

She gets down on her knees in front of me and I don't even preach

She's a naughty one that I don't even need to teach

Say I'm not skilled on the track that bro really is a reach

I stick to the game like a leech

Come through free throw score eat a feast

I'm hungry I'll eat up the food chain

Want so much P's than I could buy a food chain

Make it rain, sing my name, use a flame light Mary Jane

I'm sweet like candy cane

I'm a badman not Batman that's why my name is Bane

All you rappers sound the same

Keep on lion it's Gucci mane

Ya bring your surname shame

Got a brass neck I'm talking your chain

I'm super now and I'm going Saiyan

You've gone soft your gang are tame

Gal says she only takes pills she pops she pops she pops

Then I said what's the talking for let's drop let's drop let's drop

Gal says she only takes pills she pops she pops she pops

Then I said what's the talking for let's drop let's drop let's drop

Ya can tell the way that I do this shit I've been doing it more than weeks

I'm in love with your sis and wait till I say what we do between the sheets

She's into football wears the helmet pads but doesn't wear no cleats

She jumps on me when she see me bro that's every time we meets

She's got a boyfriend but doesn't even tell me all the deets

Cause I don't care we ain't a pair, an apple an orange or a peach

She gets down on her knees in front of me and I don't even preach

She's a naughty one that I don't even need to teach

I be out here doing for my ends

For the streets

For the men

Who couldn't get off their feet

This a banger get off your seat

People meet me they greet

People greet you they delete

Mandem on the block

Stacking the paper, selling the rock

Defend themselves, they carry a Glock

Watch your mouth or you'll get shot

We pushing food we moving lots

We run the schemes we making plots

We get high we smoking pot

Pass me the six skinner I forgot

This ain't child's play no dot to dot

If ya think it is go back to your cot what

Caught what

Got what

Mandem on the block

You'll get shot what

Shot what

Shock what