Telling On Me lyrics

[Intro]
(That Global, huh?)
Yeah
Huh

[Chorus]
Name an artist, at thirteen I had my weapon on me
Only thing I fear is God and n*ggas telling on me
You really think, b*tch who worried ‘bout a n*gga stepping on me?
Size thirteen shoe, man these n*ggas wouldn’t even step on my feet
I know I trip, I’m really blessed
Know you left, go get your rest
Still feel like this sh*t ain’t right, been thinking ‘bout you since you left
I owe D, I don’t owe a n*gga sh*t
Lil’ n*gga, I owe me, how you gon’ pop it on me?

[Verse 1]
This b*tch been sucking my di*k so long, prolly swallow her teeth
Okay, go f*ck her after me, them boys ain’t f*cking with me
Streets got the best of me, that’s why I gotta clutch in my sleep
I’m f*ckin’ this thick b*tch from the backsidе while I’m clutchin’ nher cheeks
Jack and Jill n*gga, she call mе “Brother”
But I feel bad for whoever her n*ggas is ‘cause we be f*cking
I hope she don’t try to act funny on me all a sudden
‘Cause I’ma go and f*ck her friend, b*tch better have my second son
Real street n*gga, I can’t leave the house without my gun
The lighter sh*t, I turned ‘em up and we don’t even politic, I’m proud of jit
If she walk in the room and we don’t talk, then I prolly hit
Ice on me, this sh*t hittin’ for sure, it don’t prolly hit
Ah-ha, I need pancakes, if I jump out this car
Ah-ha, I needed grip so I decide to f*ck this b*tch without socks
I know how it feel to get evicted
I went bought my shoes straight out the church, ho’ these hoes f*ckin’ Christian’s
I play my position
If I go broke today, I love my plug but he gotta get it
Two hundred shots went off that day, you think we really missed him?
And it’s forever love my opps but I still kinda miss ‘em
[Chorus]
Name an artist, at thirteen I had my weapon on me
Only thing I fear is God and n*ggas telling on me
You really think, b*tch who worried ‘bout a n*gga stepping on me?
Size thirteen shoe, man these n*ggas wouldn’t even step on my feet
I know I trip, I’m really blessed
Know you left, go get your rest
Still feel like this sh*t ain’t right, been thinking ‘bout you since you left
I owe D, I don’t owe a n*gga sh*t
Lil n*gga, I owe me, how you gon’ pop it on me?

[Verse 2]
[?] I been walkin’ on beats
I know this sweet as hell n*gga, like tell me, why would I creep?
I like BBL b*tches, talkin’ ‘bout big booty freaks
FN, 9 millimeter, free Flap and free Lil’ D
Boy don’t come outside, these n*ggas smoked
I don’t ever be in my feelings ‘bout her, I just fill her throat
You really think I’m out her killin’ ‘bout a b*tch who ain’t my ho?
The only thing I’m killin’ is this b*tch back, then I’ll be gone (Yeah)
I hope you don’t think I’m silly, really, you know I love the spinach
I hope you don’t think I’m chili, n*gga, I’m tryna sauce a n*gga
I ran up a milli’ in a milli’, I’m like what a feeling
Don’t tell me you sorry that you dissed me, n*gga, get it spinnin’

[Chorus]
Name an artist, at thirteen I had my weapon on me
Only thing I fear is God and n*ggas telling on me
You really think, b*tch who worried ‘bout a n*gga stepping on me?
Size thirteen shoe, man these n*ggas wouldn’t even step on my feet
I know I trip, I’m really blessed
Know you left, go get your rest
Still feel like this sh*t ain’t right, been thinking ‘bout you since you left
I owe D, I don’t owe a n*gga sh*t
Lil n*gga, I owe me, how you gon’ pop it on me?