Album Cover Don't Tell Me

Don't Tell Me

Fat Nick

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Drinking lean, don't tell me

Spending checks, don't tell me

Fucking hoes, don't tell me

Don't you fucking tell me it

Dropped out school, don't tell me

Trap to trap, don't tell me

Don't you tell me shit

Oh, don't you fucking tell me shit

Say you really 'bout this shit

'Round my name keep quiet, bitch

Hi-Tech money, spending it

Nine to five, you working it

Pint of lean, I overdose

Satan, man, I love your work

Fuck me up, just fuck me up

These Xanax bars are so t'd up

Geeking with a bitch and feed her whole dick

If she want she gon' get it, she can swallow all my kids

Hundred jits in her tummy, hell nah she ain't a mummy

Dirty ass, dumb thot, she be lying if she love me

'Cause this shit a lil kid and I only love the money

Fuck me up, kill me now, only one, ain't it fuzzy

Hundred gram, triple six, finna fuck it 'til it's bloody

Put a nut up in her stomach, make her period get caught up

Bitch wanna suck me up, these Ksubi jeans be filled with nuts

Trap house jumping, won't get caught

Diamonds dancing by the flock

Two thumpers, extended mop

MGP, my vision slumped

Fuck boys cannot hang with us

My money stretching long as fuck

Drinking lean, don't tell me

Spending checks, don't tell me

Fucking hoes, don't tell me

Don't you fucking tell me it

Dropped out school, don't tell me

Trap to trap, don't tell me

Don't you tell me shit

Oh, don't you fucking tell me shit