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Tell 'Em

Rah Swish

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I call my opps Soulja Boy

They get caught, they gon′ tell 'em

They gon′ fold with pressure

Free my dogs, convicted felons

Look, empty the clip, reload and crank that (crank that)

I bet I up it and aim where his face at (bah)

I'm tryna slide like a tape deck

They in my DM like, "Swish, where the tape at?"

I'm on the other side with my lil′ bitch in the bush

And she live where the rakes at

I keep a glove, finger-fucking′ her sturdy

I told 'em I′m practicin' safe sex (grrr)

I ain′t got time for the corny shit

Couple of shots, let me call this bitch

I'm off the Henny, but no, I ain′t trippin'

You buggin', can′t go like Mori Blixk (stupid)

I see that V, I′ma throw at the car

Don't care if it′s your mom's or your shorty′s shit

If it's a stichy, I′ma do it

I never cry to a prosecutor

Whole lotta rappers just be rappin'

We know the facts, y'all not the shooters

I pop a perky and I probably loose it

She wanna suck me and fuck to my music

Tony the Ape, that′s my brother, he bug out

And we in L.A on Melrose with a gun out

Play if you want

I got some ′ooters that I never mention

'Cause they do not want clout (brrr)

I am what I am and I said what I said

It′s a whole lotta bitch niggas that want me dead

I'm still outside, we gon′ slide like a sled

You know I'm on time if I pull up with Dread

Bought a fifty popper, leave him slumped

But I was really shoppin′ for a pump

Sound like I'm havin' meetings with the plug

I′m tryna turn Kush into Runtz

I call my opps Soulja Boy

They get caught, they gon′ tell 'em

They gon′ fold with pressure

Free my dogs, convicted felons

I call my opps Soulja Boy

They get caught, they gon' tell ′em

I know they gon' tell ′em

Zanotti, he be tellin'

Look, empty the clip, reload and crank that (crank that)

I bet I up it and aim where his face at (bah)

I'm tryna slide like a tape deck

They in my DM like, "Swish, where the tape at?"

I′m on the other side with my lil′ bitch in the bush

And she live where the rakes at

I keep a glove, finger-fucking' her sturdy

I told ′em I'm practicin′ safe sex (grrr)

I call my opps Soulja Boy

They get caught, they gon' tell ′em

They gon' fold with pressure

Free my dogs, convicted felons

I call my opps Soulja Boy

They get caught, they gon' tell ′em (tell ′em)

I know they gon' tell ′em

Zanotti, he be tellin'