How I Tell You Lyrics

How should I tell you? It's a drill going on

Every time we get up close, we take a face and crack a dome

Never fill the car up, if Ima slide, I go alone

So many niggas out here ratting, ain't tryna be talking through a phone

You a bitch, ain't put in pain

Know them switchies swish it fast, that hellfire, we let it rain

I call bro Bron-Bron, I put bro on that court, he let it bang

They askin' questions, ain't hear a thing

They heard that Shotti FTF, cause we make niggas feel the flame

Behind them tints, yeah, that's the reaper

Hop out, stretch him, leave him leakin'

I heard they hit him in his chin, but somehow that nigga breathing

Don't stop them clicks till mama grievin'

We up the score, bitch, we ain't even

If we don't see that nigga stretched out in his blood, then we ain't leavin

4-45s and G20s

We can't beef, you ain't got no money

We go to war, you need some funds, we got that big shit, we ain't bluffin'

Lil bro be crashin', can't tell him nothin

We talkin' Bs, look at the numbers

I heard your big homie was runnin', he grown as shit scared of the thunder

Where ya bro, I heard he under

We might piss on where he slumber

We tote ratchets, pipes, poles, and leave shit leakin', I guess we plumbers

Feds came, we hid the keys, like Jigsaw, we trappin' Ps

We pop out like Jack, put niggas in a box, nose felt the beam

How you switchin' on your team? Give bro the green, he hitting beans

One to his leg, shit made him scream, hot ripped him open, he held his spleen

Bro gave a nod, hung up the phone, but I can't tell you what that mean

Bro steady slidin', he steady bombin' on shit, he think he in the league

Ugh

How should I tell you? It's a drill going on

Every time we get up close, we take a face and crack a dome

Never fill the car up, if Ima slide, I go alone

So many niggas out here ratting, ain't tryna be talking through a phone

You a bitch, ain't put in pain

Know them switchies swish it fast, that hellfire, we let it rain

I call bro Bron-Bron, I put bro on that court, he let it bang

They askin' questions, ain't hear a thing

They heard that Shotti FTF, cause we make niggas feel the flame

We make niggas feel the flame

Cause they thinkin' shit a game

One op, he seen me out, he tucked his tail, that shit a shame

One op, he tattle tell, hope he don't say our fuckin' names

One op, he still around, but he tried to run and he lost his brain

Shooting like we tryna win a chip, we knock shit down, we never miss

They said that nigga got a bag, so we left his ass with a bag of piss

He moving funny, gotta close the door, go blick his ass, if he ever switch

Go blick his ass, he ever trip

Or that's his ass, we leave him ditched

He a goofy, he a bitch, tryna get a drop, might fuck his bitch

I don't pay for hits, I go myself, I love takin' risks

And we don't wait for shit, we get a drop, we gotta make it quick

She bring that nigga round, don't know him, she just turned him to a lick

What you know about sticks

What you know about holding triggers cause the Glock got a switch

What you know about buyin' FNs, they shoot five, five, six

We don't abide by shit

Your man was fat as shit, Mac turned em blue on five, five Crip

Nigga

How should I tell you? It's a drill going on

Every time we get up close, we take a face and crack a dome

Never fill the car up, if Ima slide, I go alone

So many niggas out here ratting, ain't tryna be talking through a phone

You a bitch, ain't put in pain

Know them switchies swish it fast, that hellfire, we let it rain

I call bro Bron-Bron, I put bro on that court, he let it bang

They askin' questions, ain't hear a thing

They heard that Shotti FTF, cause we make niggas feel the flame