How Can I Tell It ft. Midda Mac Lyrics

Can I tell it Can I write it

Is they gon like it

Can I tell it Can I tell it Can I write

This just words from the wise ima be outspoken

I dive head first up in that water and that ocean

How I fell for your love but it was just a potion

I kept on telling you shit but you ain't even had quote it

You pose to hold me down

you pose to be my ride

But you had let me down

I got played like a clown

But these tattoos on my body shit don't mean nothing

And this pistol in my pocket still gon mean something BAAAHHH

Fuck Momma told me change my ways

Look up to the sky son it some better days

And if you get a job son don't work minimum wage

And if you gotta rob some make sure you get paid

But I can't wait I can't stay I keep procrastinating

And if the money call bitch you know I gotta take it

My life a bitch and this on my hip don't got no safety

Roll em dice or play em cards or god gon take it

Or this Glock gon take it how RIPz gon hit his body now he Harlem shaking

I had to check his ahh

I keep both feet up on that Nike

One foot up on the gas

And I'm a heartless ass Nigga heart up in the past

Ya what's good Foe

I could tell em too Nigga Yeaa

Lemme tell you bout my life so you could see the difference

And I can never speak a lie and you could see the lyrics

I'm tryna snatch these niggas souls I'm tryna lift they spirit

I'm tryna vibe out on a jet instead of flying spirit

I'm tryna run me up a check before they fucking clear it

If you ain't tryna help with that then you can fucking clear it

I'm taking chances like roulette that's why I sip the syrup

I'm mixing the liq in with the syrup like are you fucking serious

Aye can you sell it

Matter fact can you mail it

2 hunned for onion

Need a extra 5 when I mail it

Aye can you zelle it

Matter fact what's yo login

Matter fact ain't no bargain

I put 3.5 on his noggin

So I'm riding

3 o clock in the morning

Roll a 3.5 while I'm yawning

Feel 3 5 super sonic

Got to the party

I got Bitches tryna get on me

Friendly niggas stay tryna dap me

Buts it okay cuz it's on me

Got wit homies

So we front stage wit sum bitches and we watching for em phoneys

Who ain't neva minding they business

And been sipping so I'm grabbing ass and titties ducking all em pictures cuz I might take One with me