Tell It Songtext
von 501Bryze

It′s Major
Yeah
501

I'm in a four wheel drive, lift it up sky high
You can tell it′s Nijah by the bitch I got inside
You can tell it's Nijah by the rims on the ride
Bitch I'm up from everywhere from the cookout to the bonfire

That′s how you can tell it′s me
The rims 24 but my bitch 23
Trappin' out a bowl boy this shit 15 a G
I need money for the whip the gas tank on E

Say he smokin′ on that pressure he a lie
Boy my gas bust pipes when it fire
Boy I'm feelin′ like a chicken when it fry
Up inside the whip bakin' like a pie


Boy I′m gone, I left
Dipped up out the scene like I'm wanted for a theft
Your bitch cream the jeans when I answer her lil text
She a bad lil bird but I only want the neck
I'm a dope boy, I been on dope boy
I been floatin′ in this Chevy like a boat boy

I might burn a bitch head and leave her throat sore
Say she want more but baby I′m a dope boy, oh lord
Boy I'm drippin′ like a faucet when it's cold out
Hit the club tell the promoter bring the hoes out
We doin′ shows now, bitch I'm on the road now

Rollin′ soul out, recordin' out my whole house, wow

Yeah, bitch I been wildin'
Stuntin′ and I′m stylin', only fuckin′ on the finest
Hustlin' and I′m strivin', makin′ withdrawals in the Porsches
Life been movin' fast, it been movin' supersonic

I′m in a four wheel drive, lift it up sky high
You can tell it′s Nijah by the bitch I got inside
You can tell it's Nijah by the rims on the ride
Bitch I′m up from everywhere from the cookout to the bonfire