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