Tell On Me (feat. LuhhMel & IANNN)

I'ma beat that pussy up, you gon' tell on me Girl, I got to know I was like six, playin' with sticks Even my momma couldn't tell me shit I got your bitch, she playin' wit my dick I got the bitch, jumpin' all on over my shit Yeah, I gotcha hoe, playing wit spit Made that lil' bitch come drink my kids Headshots only, aim at ya face African braider gon' split your wig Bitch, we don't babysit Come to the trap, push up with your stick You come empty handed, we takin' your shit Matter of fact, we chasin' ya shit Reach in your whip, take the Glock out that bitch Oh my God, it's a button, that bitch gotta switch If you gon' tell, that make you a snitch We known 'round the world, international shit Took that boy down, now he throwin' a fit I don't do no writin, I'm punchin' my lyrics Takin your bitch and we rubbin' the clit Run up the bag and I blew it real quick Don't give a f*ck about you or your clique Only keep hollows inside of my clip Hoe strike a pose, and I'm takin' a pic F*ck that, all this shit over with Yeah, bitch Hunnids on hunnids on hunnids I'm runnin' up money And young niggas still send the hit Send that boy Mel, and he gettin him quick This shit ain't no game, but we makin' 'em quit Yo hoe wan't some dick, now she throwin' a fit These bitches be bittin, they all on my shit Made a left at the right, it was by accident Got that boy off our tail, he don't know where we went We got the junkies, we sellin' a fent He want smoke, we gettin' 'em spint This pack hella smelly, it smell like the earth Walked that boy down cause he stepped on our turf Committed to sinning' and send 'em to church Smokin' on niggas, put him on the shirt Pic that boy off like it was user lurk We know where he at, like we got high alert Google the nigga, it ain't hard to search Murder for hire, like I was Lil Durk Took off with his wheels, now his ass inna hearse She bouncin' that ass, throw that shit in reverse Fuckin' a hoe, and she say that shit hurt Kick that bitch out, cause I gotta go work We scammin' them junkies we gave 'em fake perks Can't stop goin' crazy, I'm goin' berserk That hoe is a bum, she don't like to work Shut the f*ck up, you get on my nerves Dinner in Paris, we eatin' hors d'oeuvres You got my seconds, I had that bitch first Fuckin' a bitch, kick her ass to the curb I always been first, never been third My youngins is chillin, we ready to crash, now run this shit back 'for we get on that ass Bitch I was like six, playin' with sticks Even my momma couldn't tell me shit I got your bitch, she playin' wit my dick I got the bitch, jumpin' all on over my shit Yeah, I gotcha hoe, playing wit spit Made that lil' bitch come drink my kids Headshots only, aim at ya face African braider gon' split your wig Bitch, we don't babysit Come to the trap, push up with your stick You come empty handed, we takin' your shit Matter of fact, we chasin' ya shit Reach in your whip, take the Glock out that bitch Oh my God, it's a button, that bitch gotta switch If you gon' tell, that make you a snitch We known 'round the world, international shit