how do i tell u Lyrics

Simping I don't do pimping, them days are over

I be whipping, that car I'm flipping

Getting that dough and buy a big Benz

I gotta go AMG 'cause you know I'm the big dog

I'm conceited I know I'm the shit, going in blind I'm running through thick fog

Yeah I need to keep toting that blick, I cannot lack I be keeping that stick on me

And as soon as I get me a chick, I ain't gon' lie it seems like every bitch want me

I don't care about none of that shit, 'cause my girl is as good as it gets hoe

And I used to not wanna commit, but I met her and I instantly switched hoe

Yeah all these niggas know how to do is to hate on the kid, I be thinking they're Kendrick

Let me put niggas on, make your own song and see if it sounds this authentic

Now you're taking too long, I was gon' listen to it just to hate back

Riding through in the night with the Maybach

Why he think he a thug with that face tat

When I hop in my car I'm in space

I got fans from 8 to 88

Moving too slow, cant keep up with my pace

Hit the gym nigga, where is your weight at?

I ain't hitting that J, that shit laced

Lonely ass nigga like where is your date at?

I be putting shit on my own plate

You claim you're rich but where's your estate at?

Try-try to beef with me, I tell you be gone

I don't do that talking back and forth up on Elon's app

If you wanted the action we could throw 'em just give me a reason

I be i-i-iching just to crash out, this should be fun

Huh, yeah I'm D1

World record knockout speedrun

In this shit I am so undefeated, less than 10 seconds now he done

Nigga woke up thinking that he won

How do I tell you gang, how do I tell you gang

I must've really fucked up his brain, huh I fucked up his brain woah

Woah, drive to New York just to go on a drill

I ain't gon' lie I'm on hots I don't know how to feel

Cutting up in the traffic, one hand on my Glock and one hand on the wheel

When them hollow tips hip him I'm leaving him shaking his hips like he's Bril

Yeah don't run don't trip, I be clutching that shit with no grip bro

Chrome Hearts I got on the drip, just in cash, got as much as my zip code

Hell nah I ain't crashing the whip, Back in school I ain't never skip

Luis V around my hip

No you're not flyer then me, too much dip on your chip

Simping I don't do pimping, them days are over

I be whipping, that car I'm flipping

Getting that dough and buy a big Benz

I gotta go AMG 'cause you know I'm the big dog

I'm conceited I know I'm the shit, going in blind I'm running through thick fog

Yeah I need to keep toting that blick, I cannot lack I be keeping that stick on me

And as soon as I get me a chick, I ain't gon' lie it seems like every bitch want me

I don't care about none of that shit, 'cause my girl is as good as it gets hoe

And I used to not wanna commit, but I met her and I instantly switched hoe

Huh, yeah I'm D1

World record knockout speedrun

In this shit I am so undefeated, less than 10 seconds now he done

Nigga woke up thinking that he won

How do I tell you gang, how do I tell you gang

I must've really fucked up his brain, yeah I fucked up his brain woah