Gotta Tell

Gotta tell how a n***a love da guala

Heavy swell bruises juss to get dat guala

Gotta tell, issa spell, fiend for dat guala

Countin’ bags bags bags I just buy I don’t want to

Wrist froze wrist white like ice

Cheddar grown mold I don’t check the f****n price

Tons of blunts rolled I’m my own plug for life

Bankrolls, bricks, G’s come to light

See me skrt off Benz Benz Benz

B***h I criss-crossed all my exes usin’ pens

I don’t take loss I still get to f**k your friends

Got a big box full o’ Richard Mille thangs

Spend that money fast I be spendin’ n***a

Flyin’ first class, window fuck the middle

Little blunt ash smokin on a missile

Elevated sex n***a have yo’ ever

Came wid benefits had to give a little

Times I reminesced havin’ juss a little

Tries and tries I miss felt like Bosh like Chris

Improvised a trick b***h I cracked the riddle

Gotta tell how a n***a love da guala

Heavy swell bruises juss to get dat guala

Gotta tell, issa spell, fiend for dat guala

Countin’ bags bags bags I just buy I don’t want to

Wrist froze wrist white like ice

Cheddar grown mold I don’t check the f****n price

Tons of blunts rolled I’m my own plug for life

Bankrolls, bricks, G’s come to light

Now I’m up here stackin bricks (Stackin’ bricks, Stackin’ bricks)

Black shakespeare wid da hits (Widda hits, Widda hits)

Doin’ doughnuts in a bliss

Started 0 end with six (Figures)

N***a hands down im a f*****g legend

Manny Pacquiao 60-4 neglected

Aint no L’s juss the dubs im respected

Aint no rings I just bought a necklace

Look at all dez hoes all dez hoes all dez hoes

She da busty she petite think dats yo girl by the door

She gon’ spend da night wid me I’ma get’er back tommorow

I juss met her down da street could’ve sworn dat she a whore

Damn I know the technique

How she speak, all her streaks

How she tryna bend down make dat booty talk to me

N***a b******s finna drown when I pull up wid dat heat

I’m a m***********g clown du Soleil I’ma eat

Gotta tell how a n***a love da guala

Heavy swell bruises juss to get dat guala

Gotta tell, issa spell, fiend for dat guala

Countin’ bags bags bags I just buy I don’t want to

Wrist froze wrist white like ice

Cheddar grown mold I don’t check the f****n price

Tons of blunts rolled I’m my own plug for life

Bankrolls, bricks, G’s come to light