Can’t You Tell lyrics

[Intro: Lil Reese]
This Chicago, n*gga
Let's get it, haha
Sosa on the beat
Gang, gang
DJ Bandz, oh, man
Gang, gang
Hello, thank you
Come again
300 sh*t man, you already know how we rockin'
On foenem, free the guys

[Chorus: Ballout]
Can't you tell I got guap, can't ya tell?
Can't you tell I'm from the block, can't ya tell?
Can't you tell, that this b*tch I'm with, bag and shoes Chanel
Can't you tell, by the smell, that this weed is loud as hell
Can't you tell, why my name Ballout, 'cause I like to ball
Shopping malls, I don't even stall, can't you tell at all
Can't you tell why these n*ggas hating on me, 'cause they fake as hell
Can't you tell, I'm from the mud, If it wasn't for So I'd be in jail
Doing 12, f*ck 12
f*ck 12

[Verse 1: Lil Reese]
Can't ya tell I'm from the block, b*tch, can't ya tell?
The kush I smoke, it be loud, can't you smell
n*ggas b*tches, they ain't real, man, they gon' tell
These n*ggas b*tches, they gon' squeal, man, they gon' squeal
My n*ggas thirsty, yeah they grimey in the field
My n*ggas itchin' for a body, that's a kill
These n*ggas b*tches, that's they hobby, what's the deal?
I got it on me, I'ma spray this b*tch at will
Stop acting like you out here
n*ggas ain't out here, n*gga, what's the deal?
These n*ggas ain't real, stop actin' like you out here
n*ggas ain't real
If they got something on me tell 'em put the sh*t on me
I bet I won't squeal
My n*ggas in the field
064 where sh*t get real
Folksnem, free the guys
[Chorus: Ballout]
Can't you tell I got guap, can't ya tell?
Can't you tell I'm from the block, can't ya tell?
Can't you tell, that this b*tch I'm with, bag and shoes Chanel
Can't you tell, by the smell, that this weed is loud as hell
Can't you tell, why my name Ballout, 'cause I like to ball
Shopping malls, I don't even stall, can't you tell at all
Can't you tell why these n*ggas hating on me, 'cause they fake as hell
Can't you tell, I'm from the mud, If it wasn't for So I'd be in jail
Doing 12, f*ck 12
f*ck 12

[Verse 2: Tadoe]
Can't you tell I check the bag like these knots
Glo Gang be flexin', boy, he's not
Can't you smell, loud pack is what I sell
If you tell, catch a shell, what I mail
I'm a hitta, catch a body, watch I bail
Can't you tell I got this 30 tucked on me?
Can't you tell I got bout 30 bucks on me?
Walk up in Saks spend bout 30 to get flee
Can't you tell I sell that D up in these streets
Nothin' cheap, I count that money in my sleep
Can you tell that them boys that they don't want no beef, ayy
I got this MAC, it will swarm sh*t up in the streets
Gratata, gratata, gratata, you better not tweak
[Outro: Ballout]
Can't you tell I got guap, can't ya tell?
Can't you tell I'm from the block, can't ya tell?
Can't you tell, that this b*tch I'm with, bag and shoes Chanel
Can't you tell, by the smell, that this weed is loud as hell
Can't ya tell?