Young Thug – Can't Tell (2015) | Track profile | Dork

Young Thug – Can't Tell (2015) | Track profile | Dork

Lyrics

Can't Tell

[Intro: Young Thug]

Yeah

Yeah, yeah

Yeah

[Chorus: Young Thug & T.I.]

Niggas say they fuck with you, I can't tell

$500,000 Chevelle (Ayy)

I got bricks and birds for retail (Ayy)

I got 100,000 worth of belts (Racks)

These bitches and these niggas know

That they can't play around here (Yeah)

I call the spot elementary (Yeah)

'Cause I keep a K around here

(Hey, hey, turn it, turn it!) (Yeah)

All my Haitians (Ow!) if you play (Yup!)

They make you grady baby (Woo!) (Ah!, woo!)

I might shoot you (Ayy) in your head

And then it's no more thinking

(Thu-thu-thu-thu! Turn up!) (Ayy)

Pussy boy, I'll leave you dead

And call it dedication (No pressure, ayy!) (Woo!)

I put Act inside my drink, they call it medication

(Ayy! My drink medicated) (Hey!)

[Verse 1: T.I.]

Hold up, pull up, roll up, pour up (Po' up)

Ounces in a soda (Woo)

Push up on your bitch and shawty

I didn't even know her (We had a show)

Hey, see this hood I throw up (Yeah)

Realest one I ever seen (Bankhead!)

ATL, call it XXL (What)

'Cause we stay spittin' shells out a long magazine (Grah, bah!)

Real nigga got a crown, better own that thing (What!)

If the game got a throne, bet I'm on that thing (Yup!)

Beloved dope dealer and a well known King

And a killer 'pending how you put your spin on things (Hey, man)

You know how many suckers get ahead I've seen?

'Bout the same amount of pussy niggas dead I've seen (Uh-huh)

You know how many bitches in the bed I've seen? (Uh)

That like askin' me how much bread I've seen (Hmm)

Ayy, more than enough, in God we trust

You love a real nigga then fuck with us

But if you got a problem with it, then fuck with us

It be ashes to ashes, dust to dust

Got your bitch ridin' everything but the bus

She let me put it everywhere but the butt (Hah)

I always tell the bitch don't talk so much (Shh)

She say "Who I'm hidin' from? What the fuck? For what?" (Hey!)

[Chorus: Young Thug & T.I.]

Niggas say they fuck with you, I can't tell

$500,000 Chevelle (Ayy)

I got bricks and birds for retail (Ayy)

I got 100,000 worth of belts (Racks)

These bitches and these niggas know

That they can't play around here (Yeah)

I call the spot elementary (Yeah)

'Cause I keep a K around here

(Hey, hey, turn it, turn it!) (Yeah)

All my Haitians (Ow!) if you play (Yup!)

They make you grady baby (Woo! Ah!, woo!)

I might shoot you (Ayy) in your head

And then it's no more thinking

(Thu-thu-thu-thu! Turn up!) (Ayy)

Pussy boy, I'll leave you dead

And call it dedication (No pressure, ayy! Woo!)

I put Act inside my drink, they call it medication

(Ayy! My drink medicated Hey!)

[Verse 2: Young Thug]

Man I'm leanin' so bad

I can't do a push up for a million

(Lean, lean, lean, lean)

Catch a nigga baby mama

Make her give me nothin' but ceiling (Head), ayy

Hey, never had time to rap and cap

And dap these tramps, my ice a lamp

I can't adapt, I'd rather slap

I rather pop his cap and naps

His mom, his aunt, his dad, his cat (Woo!)

2004, I was screamin' everything Gucci

No Big Cat (Woo!)

And we was skatin' up, ridin' with the K's

Shootin' at all these big racks

Fuck a officer (Yeah)

Akon, what it do, bruh? (What it do?)

Keep these fuckin' hoes off of you (Why?)

When you get some new money turn new or (Swoo!)

You gon' wish you would've or could've (And what?)

The way I

Sit down and get rich like a booker (Yeah)

Might drop the top up off it

If I don't get into the helicopter (Racks!)

Feelin' like I'm on a blue dolphin (Why?)

Nigga ridin' round with like hella choppers

Every time I need new surgery (What?)

I'm gon' call up my head doctor (Brrr)

Five more thousands 'cause

She ain't got no head problems (She the best, she the best)

Yeah, all my niggas they be bleedin', nigga (What?)

Yeah, they ain't gon' never cheat a nigga (Ayy, ayy, ayy)

Yeah, pop a watermelon any season, nigga (Ayy)

Yeah, hey, I'ma bag every time I see her, nigga (K's up!)

Fishin' hoes with my hook (What?)

Pockets all swollen, no book (What?)

Glasses on, she don't know how I look (Nerdy, nerdy)

Since I'm on, how the fuck do I look? (I'm on, I'm on)

You ain't got no milli', you can't tell me how I look (Oh)

I'm a big old Blood over here, I'm Suge (Ahh!)

[Chorus: Young Thug & T.I.]

Niggas say they fuck with you, I can't tell

$500,000 Chevelle (Ayy)

I got bricks and birds for retail (Ayy)

I got 100,000 worth of belts (Racks)

These bitches and these niggas know

That they can't play around here (Yeah)

I call the spot elementary (Yeah)

'Cause I keep a K around here

(Hey, hey, turn it, turn it!) (RAH!) (Yeah)

All my Haitians (Ow!) if you play (Yup!)

They make you grady baby (woo!) (Ah!, woo!)

I might shoot you (Ayy) in your head

And then it's no more thinking

(Thu-thu-thu-thu! Turn up!) (Ayy)

Pussy boy, I'll leave you dead

And call it dedication (No pressure, ayy) (Woo!)

I put Act inside my drink, they call it medication

(Ayy! My drink medicated) (Ayy, hey!)

[Verse 3: Boosie Badazz & Young Thug]

Ayy, you ain't read the paper? (You ain't read the paper?)

You ain't seen the news?

Got a team of goons bout action

Never start it, but I finish it, so nasty, ask 'em (Ask 'em)

They know 'bout me

I'm so Keyshia with the 9, rock-a-bye, baby

So smooth, so fly, baby (So fly, boom, boom!)

Rock-a-bye, baby (Yeah)

Let me turn up now, four shows a week

100 thousand a piece, we gettin' bread now (Bread now)

(Yeah)

Mama don't worry 'bout nothin' ('bout nothin')

You can kick up your legs now (Yeah)

I ain't lyin', got hitters on top of hitters (Chop it, nigga!)

Got hitters on top of hitters (Yeah)

Rest in peace to my nigga Lil Bleek (Lil Bleek!)

I miss you, I miss you nigga

Just tryna live and have a lil fun, nigga

Nephew just came home, half a million dollar bond, nigga

I got fans that bust yo' ass, you talk 'bout Boosie baby

Got off my ass, went got that bag, and Boosie made it

Hate that, nigga

[Chorus: Young Thug & T.I.]

Niggas say they fuck with you, I can't tell

$500,000 Chevelle (Ayy)

I got bricks and birds for retail (Ayy)

I got 100,000 worth of belts (Racks)

These bitches and these niggas know

That they can't play around here (Yeah)

I call the spot elementary (Yeah)

'Cause I keep a K around here

(Hey, hey, turn it, turn it!) (Yeah)

All my Haitians (Ow!) if you play (Yup!)

They make you grady baby (Woo!) (Ah!, woo!)

I might shoot you (Ayy) in your head

And then it's no more thinking

(Thu-thu-thu-thu!, turn up!) (Ayy)

Pussy boy, I'll leave you dead

And call it dedication (No pressure, ayy) (Woo!)

I put Act inside my drink, they call it medication

(Ayy!, my drink medicated) (Hey!)

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