Told You

I told y’all Let me tell y’all, let me tell y’all I like counting money, them my best friends I like having guns, Smith and Wesson Boy this ain’t your block, you need to check in Why they use the internet to threaten? I think shorty love me, I’m just guessing Beat it up, the puddle ain’t from sweating I like touching hoes, can’t be freshmen Gotta be grown, can’t be less than I like counting money, them my best friends I like having guns, Smith and Wesson Boy this ain’t your block, you need to check in Why they use the internet to threaten? I think shorty love me, I’m just guessing Beat it up, the puddle ain’t from sweating I like touching hoes, can’t be freshmen Gotta be grown, can’t be less than Standing on the block, we got them choppas Hair all in my face like I’m a rasta That boy wanted steak, we gave him pasta We don’t do that beef, I’m quick to block ya And my nigga Dean will be who shot ya And that boy Kp will have to sock ya Shoutout Pacboy, top shotta Shoutout to the streets of living monsters I might have to let them get gross with it Stain his tee and let him hit the floor with it Don’t play with me, you better hit the road with it She change her sheets, I left the bitch soaked in them She favor me, a nigga so glorious They hate on me, I guess I’m notorious And blatantly, a nigga want more than this I came to achieve, these niggas want war for this They came for me, we all know that’s targeting You may believe my bitch is finna bark at them I’m swayed to think she do not even care for me I gave her me, she didn’t have a share for me I told y’all, I told y’all What’s going on? I told y’all, I told y’all What’s going on?