Ain't GUNNA Tell Lyrics

Yeah

Yeah

Heyy

Heyyy

My pistol is plastic, my bitch made of plastic

And they both fantastic, my flow so aesthetic

I ain't gunna tell, I don't do no rattin

Check my DP, that discovery packet

Hundred K, strong it's stuff in to the mattress

Hundred bad bitches, but really they average

He don't want problems, I'm sending the address

He don't want problems, I'm clutching the ratchet

Baby daddy callin', very next morning

I gave her plan B, so why you so erratic

Electricity when it come to that static

F&N flip his ass, he acrobatic

Twenty pounds tucked in the muhfucking attic

off wochi and tussin, they think I'm an addict

If I wasn't trapping, I could've bought pateks

If I didn't re-up, I would've bought pateks

Eeny meeny miny moe, catch a nigga by the toe

Get a knife, cut his throat, bitch, I'm a savage

Pussy nigga down the road, tellin' that he got a phone

Hit his ass with the chrome, sending him to medics

Ball head shooter, bitch they calling me reddit

All of my niggas got motion, kinetic

Nigga wrote a statement, now they trying to build a case

Man, it is too late for my niggas to dead it

(Pew Pew) grab the semi gone spin the block

(Whew Whew) Now I'm trying to duck the city cops

Say he don't dance, that chopper, make him diddy bop

hundred round drum, my nina got her titties out

Say you a rat, I'm really trying to figure out

You talk to them, what that shit about?

A blemish on your face, can't clear it out

On your head, they just put a big amount

There's only one option, we send him to heaven

There's only one doctor, can save him no reverend

If they double up, then this head gon' be severed

She gassing 'em up like a 7-Eleven

She bring them back home, that's just part of the schedule

His body on ice, like the top of my bezel

My pistol is plastic, my bitch made of plastic

And they both fantastic, my flow so aesthetic

I ain't gunna tell, I don't do no rattin

Check my DP, that discovery packet

Hundred K, strong it's stuff in to the mattress

Hundred bad bitches, but really they average

He don't want problems, I'm sending the address

He don't want problems, I'm clutching the ratchet

Baby daddy callin', very next morning

I gave her plan B, so why you so erratic

Electricity when it come to that static

F&N flip his ass, he acrobatic

Twenty pounds tucked in the muhfucking attic

off wochi and tussin, they think I'm an addict

If I wasn't trapping, I could've bought pateks

If I didn't re-up, I would've bought pateks