U Can’t Tell Me lyrics

[Intro: Juice WRLD & Lil Yachty]
This sh*t hard, Juice WRLD, Juice WRLD
Ayy, Lil Boat (Lil Boat)
Juice WRLD (Gang), ha-ha
Ayy, huh (Gang, gang, gang, gang)
Ayy, ayy (Ooh, Filthy)
Showed up to the, uh, huh, yeah, ooh (Yeah)
Me and Boat just showed up to your function, yeah (Ayy, ayy, yeah)
Me and Boat just showed up to your function, yeah (b*tch, b*tch, that way)
Huh, yeah (b*tch), huh (b*tch), yeah (Gang way)
Huh, ayy, huh (Gang way, gang way, gang way)

[Verse 1: Juice WRLD]
Me and Boat just showed up to your function (Ayy, ayy)
Hopped up on the stage, it's a rage, get to jumpin' (Ayy, ayy)
.40 make you dance, breakdance, get to krumpin' (b*tch, b*tch)
.23 in my glizzy, yeah, jumpman, jumpman, jumpman (Ha)
Pull up on the scene, get my cig, no cigarette (Grrah, grrah)
Smoke too many n*ggas, got to stop, I need niccorette (Ha)
Pull up on 'em, .40 leave 'em drunk like some liquor, yeah (Baow, fa-fa-fa)
Pose, ho, pose, ho, life is such a picture, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Interlude: Juice WRLD & Lil Yachty]
This is—
Damn
Should I start right there? (Yeah)
Ayy, we f*ckin' sh*t up, bro
This n*gga do it so easy (Go get 'em)
f*ck-ass n*gga
Hop on like "Bow, bow, bow, bow"
I don't think you heard that man (Haha)
Go get 'em
[Verse 2: Lil Yachty & Juice WRLD]
Lookin' like a lick (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Lookin' like a brick (Yeah, uh-huh)
Ten K on sticks (Uh-huh, keep talkin')
Walked in on Sunday (Uh-huh, keep talkin')
Need a medical kit (Uh-huh, keep talkin')
And my decimal figures (Yeah, keep talkin')
She said "Lil Boat a lil' dog" (She did, uh-huh)
Ouch, I just got bit by a tick (Uh)
This should be the route, yeah, yeah
The jeans be the Rick (Designer)
I'm jumpin' in Sprite (Uh)
Never gon' jump in the mix, yeah (True story)
Since I got on, since I got guap (Uh), you couldn't tell me sh*t (Yeah)
You couldn't tell me sh*t, yeah (True story)

[Chorus: Juice WRLD & Lil Yachty]
You couldn't tell me sh*t, huh (True story)
Couldn't tell me sh*t, huh (True story)
Got a chain 'round of your neck (Yeah)
You look like a lick (True story)
Couldn't tell me sh*t (True story), couldn't tell me sh*t (True story, lil' b*tch)
Boat, these n*ggas be hatin' on us, let's load up the clip (Suck my di*k, grrah, grrah, grrah)
Couldn't tell me sh*t (Uh, yeah), couldn't tell me sh*t (Lil Boat, uh, yeah)
Look at your girl, she all on my di*k, she wanted a pic' (Huh, smash)
Couldn't tell me sh*t (Huh, yeah), couldn't tell me sh*t (Damn)
Run up on me, like a dreadlock, that choppa get twist (Hahah, Juice)
[Verse 3: Juice WRLD & Lil Yachty]
Ayy, twenty bands still like twenty dollars to the kid (Talk your sh*t)
You wanna tweak? Call up the gang, twenty choppers to your head (Bow, bow, bow, bow, bow)
I'm runnin' out of lean (Uh-huh), call the doctor up again (Brr)
Get my cash up, tell a f*ck-n*gga to catch up (Go crazy, b*tch)
You need back up, yes, I got my MAC tucked (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
f*ck-n*gga back up, why these n*ggas tryna act up? (Huh, uh-huh)
Flexin' in front of they girls (Uh-huh) like I ain't f*ck her (Uh-huh, they pus*y)
Raw dog, Superman in that b*tch, I ain't use no rubber
Act up, get papped up, pull up in a Mac truck (b*tch)
Pull up with a MAC tucked, you run your mouth like Daffy Duck (b*tch)
All you n*ggas pus*y (b*tch), you n*ggas hella sweet (Yeah)
Catch your ass in person (Uh-huh), you gettin' hella beat (Grrah, grrah, grrah)