Can’t Tell Me Nothing lyrics

by

Young Drummer Boy


[Intro]
Ratatata
Know I’m talkin bout?
I don’t think you know what I’m talkin bout man

[Hook]
I smoke my weed and I stack my chips
Muthaf*ckas can’t tell me sh*t
I’m on that block with my homies
Got your main b*tch all on my di*k
You ain’t telling me nothin’ (boy)
Where the f*ck you from? (b*tch ey)

[Verse 1]
I’m on the block like Vito
It’s all day
Get touched if you look at me the wrong way
b*tch, yeah I’m always on my gang sh*t
Where you from?
Hit a lick - It’s the same sh*t
Ain’t tripping on nothin’
Always got the heater c*cked back
In the function
Yeah I represent the same street
Same block really made me go crazy
I need my money in a real way
My whole clock gon eat
Yeah that’s all day
Hit a lick of a b*tch don’t pay me
You still f*cking with the same G
[Hook]
I smoke my weed and I stack my chips
Muthaf*ckas can’t tell me sh*t
I’m on that block with my homies
Got your main b*tch all on my di*k
You ain’t telling me nothin’ (boy)
Where the f*ck you from? (b*tch ey)

[Verse 2]
I want my money in stacks homie
That’s all hundreds
When I was young I was broke
I never had nothin’
That’s the sh*t that made me
Being broke really make me go crazy
I got my game from the big homies
I got paid, gave back to the big homie
He should me how to get paid G
Getting money and respect ain’t the same thang
Young homies getting rich
And ain’t nobody telling us sh*t
I swear to god I never let the money change me
Till I die I will always be the same G

[Hook]
I smoke my weed and I stack my chips
Muthaf*ckas can’t tell me sh*t
I’m on that block with my homies
Got your main b*tch all on my di*k
You ain’t telling me nothin’ (boy)
Where the f*ck you from? (b*tch ey)
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