Told Ya lyrics

[Intro: HotBlock Jmoe]
(Big Oz on the keyboard and sh*t)
Oz the wizard

[Chorus: HotBlock Jmoe]
Better slow down on the purple, I'm still put lean inside my soda
And soon, I'ma keep this cuffed
I'ma keep the good weed, roll it stuffed
I told them people, "I need me at least four M's, then it's up"
And can't nobody control me, n*gga, I do whatever I want
Been ridin' through L.A. in a Bentley truck, finna pack this b*tch with sl*ts
Soon as his reach for this HotBlock piece, I'ma make sure he bite the dust
I don't know when you gon' face it, but we've been knew you ain't the one
I know you n*ggas just hate the fact it ain't no competin' with us

[Verse 1: HotBlock Jmoe]
Yeah, you lil' n*ggas' time is over (Uh, for real)
My new b*tch fine, I know it
I pulled up, Rolls-Royce Cullinan, then she wonder why I ghost her (She wonder why I—)
Penthouse vibe, if you so pretty, put your cup on a Hèrmes coaster (If you so pretty)
And you only got one night with me, what you doin'? Come get a lil' closer (Yeah, one night with me)
Chanel, Prada, and Louis, f*ck it, I might just Birkin bag you (I might just Birkin bag you)
Girl, get rid of that goofy, he got you rockin' designer from last year (Designer from last year)
To me, you too exclusive, saw you and couldn't just walk right past you (Been in your bag)
Introduce me to your bestfriend, yeah, the one who got the ass on her
I should've told you, "I'm poppin', I got motion" (Baby, I got motion)
Tonight, I don't want no liquor, it's codeine all in my soda (Inside my soda)
I should've told you, "I hate bein' sober" (I hate bein' sober)
I'm gon' reach the limit, hit my pinky ring right over (Ring right over)
[Chorus: HotBlock Jmoe & Fresco Trey]
Better slow down on the purple, I'm still put lean inside my soda
And soon, I'ma keep this cuffed
I'ma keep the good weed, roll it stuffed
I told them people, "I need me at least four M's, then it's up"
And can't nobody control me, n*gga, I do whatever I want
Been ridin' through L.A. in a Bentley truck, finna pack this b*tch with sl*ts
Soon as his reach for this HotBlock piece, I'ma make sure he bite the dust
I don't know when you gon' face it, but we've been knew you ain't the one
I know you n*ggas just hate the fact it ain't no competin' with us (Uh, what?)

[Verse 2: Fresco Trey & HotBlock Jmoe]
Ayy, G-L-O-B-I-N, b*tch, I'm turnt, and I'm rich
When I c*m the only time I commit, I'm ridin' with licensed sticks
Took my brother out the trap, he told me that he missed it
I put that Patek on, she looked at me, and then she kissed it
I'm a bad motherf*cker, that choppa got a stutter
You a fool, you think I'ma tussle
This pimpin' smooth as butter
Uh, b*tches don't hit the crib with me 'cause I don't trust 'em
He trippin', and I don't even want the b*tch (Why?)
I already f*cked her
Great petite, and I got her nails on fleet, I CashApp her every Sunday
She keep it discrete, but she gotta leave by 3, my new b*tch land on Monday
Gone by Tuesday, Chloe just texted me and told me she really think I only use her
Wednesday, I'm outside, Thursday, he woofed on live, Friday, somebody died
[Chorus: HotBlock Jmoe]
Better slow down on the purple, I'm still put lean inside my soda
And soon, I'ma keep this cuffed
I'ma keep the good weed, roll it stuffed
I told them people, "I need me at least four M's, then it's up"
And can't nobody control me, n*gga, I do whatever I want
Been ridin' through L.A. in a Bentley truck, finna pack this b*tch with sl*ts
Soon as his reach for this HotBlock piece, I'ma make sure he bite the dust
I don't know when you gon' face it, but we've been knew you ain't the one
I know you n*ggas just hate the fact it ain't no competin' with us