Bitches Gone Tell

[Verse 1] Selling bricks on deck like Jackie Chan Got them hoes on deck like shoestrings With a brand new Lambo shoestring I'm a gutter ass nigga I don't do caine Got a whole lot of Autotune on it, no T-Pain 36 O's in the whip, no keychain Young ass white bitch, Amy Grant, nigga Young rich nigga hanging with penitentiary niggas Motherfuck the feds, fuck Illuminati Nigga we ain't scared, this a kamikaze Order more bitches, order more bottles We doing this shit, we might not see tomorrow Two hundred bitches from Paris on my timeline They might have went all the way this time Treat a nigga like a one of a kind Diamonds hanging, I'm in Sierra Leone Fuck with a rich nigga if that's what you want Come fuck a rich nigga, that's what you want Ace of Spades and kush, oh that's what we on You niggas trying to buy me? Know they some clones Drink your molly, mix it all on up These Persian bitches know they all want us [Hook] I won't trust these bitches, these bitches gon tell We don't trust no snitch around None of these bitches, these bitches gon tell I'm a hood nigga straight out the motherfucking gutter I serve the whole bale Motherfuck these police, nigga, my niggas they shooting at 12 Motherfuck these police, nigga, my niggas they shooting at 12 We don't carry no snitch around None of these bitches, these bitches gon tell I'm a hood nigga straight out the motherfucking gutter I serve the whole bail Got the molly, got white Got the lean, got the kush Got the purp and the pills