Show & Tell ft. Future Lyrics

[ti:Show & Tell ft. Future]

(I like this)

Yeah

I can get you knocked for a hundred bands

Did a drive-by then they walked in

Pricey on my block, its some Talibans

Put you in a coffin‚ never breathe again

Show you like I tell you

Ask me if I change I tell you "Hell no"

Tatted at my arms to my fucking elbow

Till they free my dawg from the prison cell

Know when I pull up in Benzo brand new Benzo

Imma blow a couple bands just to make an entrance

Solo date on my calendar‚ check my credentials

All this ballin' might offend ya‚ fuck up ya mental

Thats Balenci on my toes so don't buy the mall so

And the socks and the feet, probably even more so

Never send them shots to me cause I'm doing 10 toes

Imma send a couple shots to whoever sent you

(Boyoy)

Show you like I tell you

Ask me if i change i tell you hell no

Tatted at my arm to my fucking elbow

Sticking to the code, you know I'm Velcro

Rollie that's a bust down‚ it's full of with diamonds

It don't tell the time but its 80 thousand

Bitch I'm rocking houses and large amounts are stuffed in my trousers

Bouncing with all ya spouses, like it around us

Non stop, my ship is tip top

Don't you ever get it twisted for what it is not

Marijuana give me wisdom‚ fee round mi kingdom

Never ever has it been done, you never seen some

(Boyoy)

Show you like I tell you

Ask me if I change, I tell you "Hell no"

Tatted at my arm to my fucking elbow

Sticking to the code, you know I'm Velcro

Show you like I tell you

Ask if I change, I tell you "Hell no"

Tatted at my arm to my fucking elbow

Till they free my dog from a prison cell

I can get you knocked for a hundred bands

Did a drive-by then they walked in

Pricey on my block, its some Talibans

Put you in a coffin, never breathe again

Cartier bust down on my sleeve

We can trade gold when I sleep

Drank codeine, lose speed

Walking through the back door, 100 deep

Bet 5 racks on the T

Off that kiddy counter AP

Givency, Givency, double Gs

Bad bitch come where ever I need

Legendary tatted on her knees

40 foreign cars, you won't believe

Diamond-diamonds on my neck, bullets in your torso

Gotta represent the set, fuck it, its on my elbow

Cut from a different cloth, should have been a gigolo

Only run with certified hitters in the circle

Anytime its violence, my niggas start to riot

Chopper get to ringing, can't be quiet

Real niggas always move in silence

Copping out, never I ain't hiding

I was wanna rebel 'til I'm dying

You get wetter than a pool, I dive in

Balenciaga shoes, freestylin'