Boosie BadAzz - Can't Tell lyrics

[Produced by Wheezy] [Hook: Young Thug] n***as say they f** with you, I can't tell 500,000 dollar Chevelle I got bricks and birds for retail I got 100,000 worth of belts These b**hes and these n***as know that they can't play around here I call the spot elementary cause I keep a K around here All my Hatians if you play they make you grady baby I might shoot you in your head and that is no more thinking p**y boy I'll leave you dead and call it dead-ication I put Act inside my drink, they call it medication [Verse 1: T.I.] Hold up, pull up, roll up, pour up Ounces in a soda Push up on your b**h and shawty I didn't even know her See this hood I throw up, realest one I ever seen ATL, call it XXL, cause we stay spittin' shells outta long magazine Real n***a got a crown, better own that thing If the game got a throne, bet I'm on that thing Beloved dope dealer and a well known King And a k**er 'pending on how you put your spin on things You know how many s**ers get ahead I've seen? Bout the same amount of p**y n***as dead I've seen You know how many b**hes in the bed I've seen? They like asking me how much bread I've seen More than enough, in God we trust You love a real n***as then f** with us But if you got a problem with it then f**, what up It be ashes to ashes, dust to dust Got your b**h riding everything but the bus She let me put it everywhere but the bu*t I always tell the b**h don't talk so much She said "Who I'm hidin' from?" What the f**, for what? [Hook: Young Thug] [Verse 2: Young Thug] Man that leanin so bad, I can't even do a push up for a million (Lean, lean, lean, lean, lean) Catch a n***a baby mama Make her give me nothing but ceiling (head) Never had time to wrap and cap And doubt the trap my ice a lamp I can't adapt, I'd rather the slap I read the pop, it's capped in now His mom is out, his dad is capped 2004 I was screaming everything, Gucci no Big Cat And we was scannin' the ride with them cases of all these big racks f** a officer, Akon what it do bruh Keep these f**in hoes off for you When you get some new money turn up uh You gon' wish you would've or could've Sit down and get rich like a booker Might drop the top up off it If I don't get into the helicopter Feeling like I'm on a blue dolphin n***a roundin' round with like hella choppers Every time I need new surgery I gon call her my head doctor 5 more thousands cause she ain't got no head problems Yeah, all my n***as they be bleedin' n***as They ain't gon' never cheat a n***a Pop her while I'm in the latest season, n***a I'ma bag her every time I see her, n***a Fishing hoes with my hook Pockets all swollen, no book Gla**es on, she don't know how I look Since I'm on how the f** do I look? You ain't got no milli, you can't tell me how I look I'm a big old Blood over here [Hook: Young Thug] [Verse 3: Boosie Badazz] You ain't read the paper, you ain't seen the news Got a team of goons bout action Never started, but I finish it so nasty Ask em, they know bout me I'm so Keyshia with the 9, rock a bye baby So smooth, so fly baby, rock a bye baby Let me turn up now 4 shows a week, 100 thousand a piece We getting bread now Mama don't worry bout nothin' You can kick up your legs now I ain't lying, got hitters on top of hitters Got hitters on top of hitters Rest in peace to my n***a Lil Bleek I miss you, I miss you n***a Just tryna live and have a lil fun n***a Nephew just came home, half a million dollar bond n***a I got fans that bust yo a**, you talk bout Boosie baby Got off my a**, went got that bag and Boosie made it Hate that, n***a [Hook: Young Thug]