​told you lyrics

[Verse 1: yuke]
Grab the pound, go back to the block and I'll ring it
Juggin' and finessin', you don't beat my antics
Took you on a drill, how yo' gun start jammin'?
Choppa make a net, make a n*gga start dancin'
Walk up in the trap, za' got it smellin' rancid
b*tches see me up, now they wanna be all fannin'
n*gga smokin' boof pack, talkin' 'bout "He ain't landin"
I could not be cliqued up with a f*ckin' random
Give the top then I'm goin' ghost, Danny Phantom
f*ck around and slime a n*gga out, Nick Cannon
You ain't got no hands, stop tryna show off
She Snapchattin' when she with me, tryna show off
And she mad 'cause I told her take her clothes off
n*gga off the Xans, b*tch, I'm finna doze off
Eighty-four inside, throwin' fours up
I'm just tryna get me and my bros up
n*gga not bangin', talkin' 'bout "Put some poles up"
n*gga slide with that MAC, they gon' roll him
My n*ggas trappin', shootin', scammin', thought I told you
Craig gon' pop out with that MAC, he gon' fold you
With yo' b*tch, sippin' that, sippin' shochu

[Verse 2: slayton]
Walkin' on his neck
I be chillin' with my goons, Kirby mass attack
I bе makin' money moves, you know that I'm gon' [?] (Hi!)
I don't do no dirty work, I'm out herе schemin' on the low
I be gettin' money while he out here, gettin' no elevens
I don't do no sweet talk, get up then I get the dash
Knowing that you wish you had it, but you can't, let's not forget
n*gga say he toteing with his state
I'm gon pull up with a one-two, hit 'em with that
n*gga say he got a lot of racks
Don't be lyin' 'bout his cash when I'm countin' in the back
n*ggas say my music f*ckin' trash
Well I got yuke on this track, n*gga, get it where I'm at
You claim that you ballin', Kobe Bryant with his stacks
But you fiendin' all that sh*t and that's a fact, that's a fact, yeah