Tell Em lyrics

by

FBG Duck


[Intro]
I got Yella in the booth with me
Ayy, MVJOR, I don't want no autotune
No, no, no, no, f*ck all that sh*t
f*ck it, this how they want me to come
This what they want me to do?
(Turn up, turn up, turn up)
Two blickers in the booth (Woo)

[Verse 1]
He wanna play with some grown men (Play)
He just gon’ get hisself hurt (pus*y)
Why he wanna play with some killers?
He just gon' get hisself murked (Kill him)
n*ggas be talkin' ’bout killers
But how is they killers and n*ggas ain't puttin' in that work? (pus*y)
b*tch, I really be with killers
And them killers will pull up and put you on a shirt (Gang, gang)
He just gon' end up like Steve (Steve, dang)
Not able to breathе (sh*t)
pus*y n*ggas say they want me R.I.P'd (pus*y)
Yhat sh*t not hard to beliеve (pus*y)
I could believe everything you just said (Huh?)
Pull up on him with the infrared (Huh?)
Shoot his ass in his head, glaow, glaow, now he dead, put his ass right to bed (Woo)
Lean trip (Lean trip)
Lean sip (Lean)
I'm off it (sh*t)
You can run up on me if you want (Damn)
f*ck around off you (Blam)
b*tch, a n*gga better, um, better proceed with some caution (pus*y)
b*tch, I only hang with bosses (Boss)
Get the money and these b*tches can't get sh*t from me (Money)
That's what they taught me
Hold on, wait
[Interlude]
(sh*t)
Let me hit this fat-ass Dutch (They got me back on that f*ck sh*t)
Haha, then I’ma hit the big-ass cup
Matter fact, Major, that’s what I'ma name this sh*t, I’ma name this sh*t "Tell Em"
Hahahaha, turn up, turn up, turn up

[Verse 2]
You brought the motherf*ckin' beast out (Beast)
I'm finna motherf*ckin' eat now (Eat)
Finna take over the streets now (The streets)
I’m 'bout to give 'em the heat now (The heat)
I'm 'bout to give 'em the pressure (Pressure)
Flow done got a lil' better (Better)
I done got a lil' clever (Clever)
I'm 'bout to give 'em the hottest sh*t like I got on ten sweaters
Hoo (Damn)
I f*ck a b*tch and take her soul, call me Shang Tsung
b*tch, you can get left just like Capo
You can die with all of your chains on (sh*t)
b*tch, I be smokin' on Nuski (Nuski)
I do not smoke on a Tooka (Never)
You can get hit with this Ruger (Bah)
Shout out to all of my shooters
A shooter named Ramen, he like to mix hot sauce with noodles
Hoo, they got me mad, I'm on their ass
n*ggas say "Tooka," I'm back on that f*ck the opps sh*t, let's see who get the last laugh
Hoo, okay, I need to chill
sh*t really finna get real, I'm finna walk up with steel, lot of hospital bills
Hoo (Where you come up with that sh*t?)
Thirsty b*tches, they be stalkin' (T up)
Get these thirsty b*tches off me (b*tch)
b*tch, I'm coolin' off the Baldy (Coolin')
Give me four hours, then call me (I play too much)
People get real disrespectful (Goof'-ass)
They only will if you let 'em (Will)
Any problem will get handled (Huh?)
If he run, bullets catch him, hoo (Where he thought he was goin'?)
Don't make these b*tches feel special (b*tch)
'Cause that's when she think that she got you (b*tch)
But your ass is a goofy (Goofy)
She knew that when she first met you, hoo (Wit' cha goofy-ass)
All you pus*y-ass rappers, yes, I'm out to get you (pus*y rapper)
I got you pussies on the menu (pus*y)
But this sh*t here to be continued (Money)
[Outro]
Shh
I would keep going, but I don't—
I ain't gon' say sh*t else, that's how we gon' end that
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