Ain't No Tellin'

[Intro: Mozzy]

Fonzie go brazy

Insane

808 Mafia

Yeah

[Verse 1: Mozzy]

Goon body, who you dudes body that was relevant? (Nobody, nigga)

Hit his intelligence, get you knocked off for a settlement

We sneakin' the metal in, got the mini-drake like the Taliban (Ooh)

These niggas rockin’ with snitches, talkin' 'bout he better not tell again, damn

Lil’ bruh took an L, he tryna settle in

And he need to PayPal my cash to settle the debt he in

Got hit for a Band-Aid on a side bet, I'm finna bet again (I'm like, "Fuck it")

Pull out a fifty piece on you boys and drop on a better Benz, yeah

I got an F&N and you know I bought it from the Mexicans (My nigga Primo)

Shout out the prices, in love with the prices, them my next of kin (My nigga Primo)

That's on my mama and 'em

We pulling up niggas, got problem with them

Ayy, shout out my mama and 'em

Said, "Get off your ass, go get you an M," yeah

That's what I did, that's what I did, that’s what I did for real (For real, for real)

He throwin’ up subs, so I'ma just go and fuck the homie bitch for real (For real, for real)

Ayy, I’m with the shit for real

Ain't no doubt about it, ask about a nigga

You know them jewelers'll kill you for speakin' ill

Get whacked by the nigga

[Verse 2: Don Q]

Hah, hah, yeah, Heaven or Hell, it ain’t no telling (Ain't no telling)

They wanna picture me catching a shell, I ain't gon' let 'em, uh

Look at my life, I did well, a nigga ain't dead and I ain't no felon (I ain't no felon)

Fuck your protection, the niggas I brung, they ain't gon' threaten, nigga

I'm putting dope in the leaf, uh (Dope in the leaf)

I pour a four in a peach, uh (Four in a peach)

I cannot foreign with creeps, uh (Foreign with creeps)

Turbo motor in the Jeep, uh

Arm is short but I got reach, I could send blitz, uh

I party with a singer bitch, cocaine coming off her fingertips, uh

Most days I reminisce how a nigga sold tres for a nick (What else?)

My homie cookin' like it's homemade, he got road rage with the whip (What else?)

The block lookin' like the Stone Age, make 'em Soul Train for a fifth

You cross the street where them boys stay, look both ways or get hit (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

All the hoes say a nigga lit (Lit)

Send me the list, I bet I surpass them, nigga (I bet I surpass them, nigga)

I can't get distracted, nigga

Packages gettin' a wrapping, nigga  (They gettin' a wrapping, nigga)

Ain't no attachment, nigga, I put that hoe on a raffle, nigga, uh

It ain't a gaffle, I need a statue right in the Apple, nigga, uh

[Outro: Don Q]

Uh, uh, it ain't no telling, uh

Ain't no telling, uh

Ain't no telling, nigga