Indie Thot - Tell 'Em lyrics

[Hook: Uncle Phil & Indie Thot] Yea we on some other sh** Them n***as you ain't f**ing with Tell them haters s** a dick Tell them haters s** a dick They be all in love with it We flyer than the mother ship Tell them haters s** a dick Tell them haters s** a dick [Verse 1: Indie Thot] I'm too cold, yall too slow You n***as sweet like glucose They just mad cuz they ain't rolling nothing like my crew rolls We roll up like fruit rolls Got soul like shoe stores And we got dough, blowing pot smoke Make it rain bring a poncho My wallets like a Webster I'm in this lab like I'm Dexter We k**in beats so you better Tell them n***as bring a stretcher n***a fess up, we the best in the West Got a superhero flow with a S on my chest But please, rest a**ured If these rappers sick then I carry the cure See all these labels gonna put me on tour Then all these ladies ask for an encore Then all these haters be hating of course I pay them no mind just follow my course Cuz, we currently getting this currency Making dope sh** out of courtesy Flow like a current of circuitry [Hook: Uncle Phil & Indie Thot] Yea we on some other sh** Them n***as you ain't f**ing with Tell them haters s** a dick Tell them haters s** a dick They be all in love with it We flyer than the mother ship Tell them haters s** a dick Tell them haters s** a dick [Verse 2: Opie Slouch] I spit game to perfection My flow is dope inject it Yo b**h is in my section And she trying to get that s**ing Cuz she already know ol' boy got good And anywhere I go I rep my hood It's Riv City b**h (b**h) You ain't f**in with that sh** (sh**) All these b**hes they love my dick Got so much soul it'll make you sick You should probably get some Theraful My flow will f**in' embarra** you Ain't no doubt on that I'm just laying out the fact I'm Gettin the hoes, cause of these sounds If I got weed then I'm breaking it (down, down, down) Rolling it up, smokin on loud they knowing whats up (smokes blunt) Chiefin' out ya speakers I date hoes that stay in heels and I only stay in sneakers I'm daydreaming off that reefa I could barely see through my peepers That's that uhh [Hook: Uncle Phil & Indie Thot] Yea we on some other sh** Them n***as you ain't f**ing with Tell them haters s** a dick Tell them haters s** a dick They be all in love with it We flyer than the mother ship Tell them haters s** a dick Tell them haters s** a dick [Verse 3: Lil' Ant] Uhh I'm on my occupation, and still these n***as hatin But I'm still on my grind and I ain't even skating I'm getting dead presidents but not them Ronald Reagan's I'm blowing on medicinal but I'm not a patient f** what a n***a think, I'm all about my green Treat your b**h like a rookie put her on the team I'm living life in the mothaf**in fast lane Married to the money, it got my last name Imma be here for a while so you n***as face it n***as hate me cuz I f**ed they b**h or they just racist n***as claim they getting money but they puttin up a front Cuz when its time to roll one up they can't even put in on the blunt b**h! Hoe a** n***a! f** ya'll n***as cuz!