I'm Tellin Ya

[Intro: Major Flav & Skippa Da Flippa] I'm tellin' ya (Huh?) No, boss up or get bosses around, man you know (I'm tellin' ya) You kill roaches by spraying Raid, man, you kill haters by gettin' paid, man You know, [?] we come through, bigger than that I'm tellin' ya No, Skippa, let them folks know we was havin' before they was havin', man, we was dabbin' before they was dabbin' Tellin' ya [?] we come through, Flava president How is you niggas flyer then your nigga? Tellin' ya, [?] crank up [?] pull off I'm tellin' ya Yeah, we ain't goin' out sad Tellin' ya, on a bitch and her boyfriend Tellin' ya, havin' this shit for years, now we havin' this shit for decades Tellin' ya, yeah, [?] (Flippa) [Verse 1: Skippa Da Flippa] I told her The dick wake you up just like Folgers I like my hoes a little bit older And she got nasty when her friend came over Hold on, you know I’m a beast Jewelry selection, got piece after piece Pay double rent just to break out the lease OG gave me way more game than I could teach You shop at Ross, I’m not talking Diana Every day Christmas, I been had met Santa Prices was off when I moved to Atlanta Want two in Givenchy, the vert Tropicana Getting money is addicting Rocket in my pocket even when a nigga sitting Babe Ruth chopper like I play nine innings These bitches ain’t loyal, they all need some fixing I’ma tell you ‘bout the North I’ma tell you ‘bout my loss Every real nigga done took a loss Top floor but I won’t tell the cost Young rich nigga in the young rich nation Flippa will flip shit, no hesitation Tonight me and you is the situation My time is gon’ come, I’m just being patient [Chorus: Skippa Da Flippa & Offset] I’m tellin’ ya, I done smoked too many bags of cookie I’m tellin’ ya, if your club dabbing, tell promoters book me I’m tellin’ ya, I’m a smooth killer but don’t push me I’m tellin’ ya, freshman of the year but I’m no rookie I’m tellin’ ya, have you ever counted 100 grand? I’m tellin’ ya, used to see me dab on demand I’m tellin’ ya, the paper should take over all your plans I’m tellin’ ya, Rich niggas own they own land (Offset) [Verse 2: Offset & Quavo] I’m tellin’ ya (I'm tellin' ya) That cap that you talkin’ irrelevant (Cap) That cookie you sellin’, ain’t smelling it (Huh?) I’m tellin’ ya (Quavo) I hit the plug for the medicine (I'm tellin' ya) Shoot a nigga, day of reckoning (Shoot 'em) Birds flying like a pelican We finesse a nigga, doing excellent (Ayy) I’m serving the birds and givin’ ‘em dressin-ing (Birds) Boy take that shit over there, I’m tellin’ ya (Ayy) Cause we don’t shoot in the air, I’m tellin’ ya (Bow) Lil' bitty bitch want to snap, we taking her phone 'cause she usin' every app, I’m tellin’ ya 500 thousand on craps (Racks) Watch where you sit, it’s a stick in that couch, I’m tellin’ ya (Uh) We brought the dab to the trap You think that I’m lying, had 200 thousand, 'fore rap (Ayy) I got the .44, tiptoe through your backdoor Give niggas the flow that they didn’t even ask for (Ayy) You talk to the feds, boy you know that’s a no-no (Feds) They knock on my door, I don’t open if I don’t know (I don't know) Razzle dazzle, took your hoe out the shackles (Smash) If you want the dab, here go you a raffle (Dab) You runnin’ off with it, the chopper gon’ tackle Perform in Wisconsin like a Green Bay Packer (Uh) [Chorus: Skippa Da Flippa] I’m tellin’ ya, I done smoked too many bags of cookie I’m tellin’ ya, if your club dabbing, tell promoters book me I’m tellin’ ya, I’m a smooth killer but don’t push me I’m tellin’ ya, freshman of the year but I’m no rookie I’m tellin’ ya, have you ever counted 100 grand? I’m tellin’ ya, used to see me dab on demand I’m tellin’ ya, the paper should take over all your plans I’m tellin’ ya, rich niggas own they own land [Outro: Major Flav] Racks R Us Tellin' ya On a bitch and her boyfriend once again Backend, know what I'm sayin'? We need the backend and the deposit Know what I mean? Bitch Tellin' Ya [?] we come through, Flava president, ain't gon' give 'em too much of it Tellin' ya Chop that up Max, I'm flyer then [?], know what I mean?