Told You lyrics

[Intro]
Catch him slippin', take his life at a red light (Thugger, Thugger, baby)
Thugger, Thugger, n*ggas
Yeah, Thugga (Ha)
(Metro Boomin want some more, n*gga)
Yeah, get it

[Chorus]
Cut it with the coke then you can go buy a quart
Yo' girl don't wanna leave, she stay upstairs like I'm from New York
Got all of these b*tches watchin'
All of these n*ggas watchin'
Beat all my cases in silence
Now I feel like a Mason with a–
Hundred bands of cash inside the spot just like I told you
Got a n*gga b*tch taking Roxies like I told you
This my year, ain't even tryna sound c*cky, but I told you
Hundred bands out of my pants like I told you, like I told you

[Verse 1]
You know them lil' n*ggas keep the bullsh*t on they motherf*ckin' mind
Make a n*gga drop a dime, pus*y n*gga know I'll never slip and I'ma pop it every time
Make a n*gga pull up to shut up, 12 think he [?]
n*gga know I'm bangin' in New York
If I ain't got a stick, he gettin' buck 9
Now you can tell me, it may sound real
n*gga jewelry water, no boat
But his whiskers longer than the seals
Judging by the lie detector test, pus*y n*gga'll never get a deal
Just got off the phone with Unfoonk
He just been there waitin' on the appeal
You step in my lane, we clashing like titans
She notice them Slimes like them bodies
I pop me three capsules, that's trollies
I'm f*ckin' them ranches, no Jolly
Pop me one more capsule, I'm higher than Scotty, no lotty
But you gotta stay silent, girl, they know you been lyin'
[Chorus]
Cut it with the coke then you can go buy a quart
Yo' girl don't wanna leave, she stay upstairs like I'm from New York
Got all of these b*tches watchin'
All of these n*ggas watchin'
Beat all my cases in silence
Now I feel like a Mason with a–
Hundred bands of cash inside the spot just like I told you
Got a n*gga b*tch taking Roxies like I told you (Main b*tch)
This my year, ain't even tryna sound c*cky, but I told you (No way)
Hundred bands out of my pants like I told you

[Verse 2]
Catch him slippin', take his life at a red light
Throw them bands, this a cash fight
Snitch on each other in a day, this is fed night
Colonial flow, I'm just tryna get my bread right
And I know you lil' n*ggas ain't gonna do that, homie
Run a hundred bands, it'll get you right (Hey, yeah)
Plain Rollie or the Breitling
Thugger killin' mics, Tyson
Do not play with me, you know what stay with me
She used to charge for [?], now she sold it for free
In the 'jects like Future, I know she notice me
No cut [?] OG
[Chorus]
Cut it with the coke then you can go buy a quart
Yo' girl don't wanna leave, she stay upstairs like I'm from New York
Got all of these b*tches watchin'
All of these n*ggas watchin'
Beat all my cases in silence
Now I feel like a Mason with a–
Hundred bands of cash inside the spot just like I told you
Got a n*gga b*tch taking Roxies like I told you
This my year, ain't even tryna sound c*cky, but I told you
Hundred bands out of my pants like I told you, like I told you