Tell Nobody ft. Fishscale Wooly Lyrics

I need to make eye contact with Wooly

'Cause his fat ass ain't talking about shit

And you know I'm shitting on you with these verses every time

And I'm just a bitch with a pussy that you might want to fuck

But you never know, you know how it go, got damn

This shit ain't really got nothing to do with no motherfuckin' gender, got damn

Sometimes you just got it or you don't

Honestly, hey

I used to be a neat freak (Boot)

But now I got to pop that perky every time I want to go to sleep hey

I still got lumps inside my jeans

Double cup, purple urple, Pimp C, but you ain't pimping me hey

RIP TB hey, hey

Pink flag, blue flag, I ain't seen nobody checking me hey

I ain't got to check in, I got the boss with me

Dripping just like voss, I got that water like it's alkaline

Sliding down yo block, just like we covered in some vaseline

Trigger finger don't slip off, knock your top off, see what you think

I'll give you my heart and don't expect a thing

But I return the energy just like pong ping

Head shot, red dot, looking like the chicken pox

Bitch I might just be the drama, always stirring up the pot

Draco, glock four, AR, rifle, nine double m, seven six two, on that hoe

Seven six twos, make him sing the blues

She playing with my sack and she don't never leave it blue

She know I'm having motion ever since she seen the blues

I made her fall in love and that bitch caught the blues

She know a nigga one, 'cause a nigga never lose

She drive a nigga wicked, 'cause she got a loose screw

First to the pawn shop to buy a new tool

And whatever she do man it might just make the news

Damn, I hope the feds don't get a clue

Damn, I hope the feds don't get the clues

Shit, I hope feds miss the clues

Fishscale Wooly in the trap with Lil' Boot

The feds just kicked in the door, everybody hit the floor

These niggas checking pockets and they'll probably take your clothes

I hope that you don't let them in because you know I got it on me

If I ain't got the fire on me then you know my brother tote it

And you know I'm loaded, got the head loaded,

On my hand shopping with the top like it's Jodi

That lil' bitch a eater, she know she a sneaker

Every time she geeked up, she don't want to tell nobody

Caught you running 'round the lobby

Every time I'm in your hood, they think that Lil' Boot be robbing

Wooly say the sack ain't blue, but Lil' Boot leave the sack sobbing

I'ma hit that bada bing on them balls and that body