TELL EM Lyrics

Yuh somebody go tell em, (Who finna tell em?)

Yuh uhh, 

Its Flvko Romani my nigga somebody go tell em, (Who finna tell em?)

Yea somebody go tell em,

Flvko be wallin he ride with the felons (Yuh)

I call my boy Donatello, cus he got the pole & he knock off ya melon (huh?) 

That boy went missing, no tellin

You open yo mouth then we maccin 11 (yea)

Nigga my shooter a peasant, he only think onnce he could blow any second

Got this lil shawty from heaven,she blowing me first & she sucking me second (suckin me second)

I don't got time for the frettin' just bend that shit over im bout to go wreck it

I don't got time for the fighting & fussin',

That's why I'm steady just smoking on dank,

She asked me "daddy why you always cussin?'"

Bitch shut the fuck up i say what I think

 I say what i think like its fuck repercussion

 Bitch imma beast ian easy to tame,

I stay with my kin I don't ride with no other, 

I don't know brodie from a can of paint

Brodie be tweaking like what's in his cup?

I'm finna pull up and fuck onna slut,

soon as i come thru she gimmie da butt!

I got way too many bands inna- 

I got way to many bands inna cut,

money been coming I cant get enough

I'm looking at 4 of my pockets they stuffed

I'm looking at all of my partners they tuff

Looking at all of my partners they tuff and I swear to god none of them niggas get touched

Nigga we strapped like the navy & we hella wavy, somebody come pass us a brush,

if we catch em acting too crazy & talking fugazi, we sweep his ass up like some dust.

Bitch i got the drum in my hand & you know it go blam imma send that lil nigga right up,

I'm always on time so it's never a need to go see Flvko-Mani & write his ass up

Bitch i got 200 the dash on the beamer I'm really just praying I don't spill the cup

& i just be talking to god about all my demons,

I told em he know that I'm feenin'

he told me they come in disguise as soon as they take off they mask then you gotta go beat em

Fuck it

Yea somebody go tell em,

Flvko be wallin he ride with the felons (Yuh)

I call my boy Donatello, cus he got the pole & he knock off ya melon (huh?) 

That boy went missing, no tellin

You open yo mouth then we maccin 11 (yea)

Nigga my shooter a peasant, he only think once he could blow any second

Got this lil shawty from heaven,

she blowing me first & she sucking me second (suckin me second)

I don't got time for the frettin' just bend that shit over im bout to go wreck it

I don't got time for the fighting & fussin',

That's why I'm steady just smoking on dank, (damn)

She asked me "daddy why you always cussin?'"

Bitch shut the fuck up i say what i think