Tell Me (Freestyle)

Kane train, baby
Yeah
Yeah

Crushed glass knuckles like I'm Van-Damme
Black boy twirling white girls, save the last dance
Mothafuck the 'Gram, I had a bag before the hashtag
Bitch about to get her booty done, she living half-ass
I started jugging off a half-slab
Watching Bout it, Bout it, P and Bob serving out the cab
I'm a dog about it, once I'm in it, can't get out my bag
I can't keep a bitch 'cause they keep bringing shit up out the past

Yeah, Glock full, fuck a semi now
Bitch I rep the East Virginia streets, them killers with me now
Bet they feel me 'til they kill me now
I got shooters every city now
We pull up in something tinted out
Bullets go through bricks, better clear your women and children out
Say they want this thang hard fried, I flew the chicken out
Keep my bitches close, she ain't fucking I threw her sister out

Yeah-yeah, had a bag 'fore the hashtags
James Brown jamming on the glass, save the last dance
Almost lost my eye that nigga past got that nigga stabbed
Signed my publishing, I copped the nine, peaced with my advance
Trickin off on Erica with my advance
I can't make it last cuz she keep bringing shit up out the past
I just had a baby, living crazy with my dog ass
Baby mama drama on my collar it be all bad

Pockets full, niggas winning now
Pink slips, jumping out the whips, nothing rented now
Bet they feel me 'til they kill me now
I got bitches every city now
We pull up in something tinted out
Bullets go through brick, better clear your women and children out
Say they want this thang hard fried, I flew the chicken out
Keep my bitches close, she ain't fucking, I threw her sister out

Yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah
Had a bag 'fore the hashtags
Crushed glass, knuckles, Van-Damme, save the last dance
Lawyer took my money, devil's advocate, my advance
I cannot move on if I keep bringing shit up from the past