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Rah Swish

Tell 'Em

 

Tell 'Em

(album: The Old Me - 2022)


(Siobhan Bell)
(Bordeaux and Non Native)
I call my opps Soulja Boy
They get caught, they gon' tell 'em
They gon' fold with pressure
Free my dogs, convicted felons

Look, empty the clip, reload and crank that
I bet I up it and aim where his face at (Bah)
I'm tryna slide like a tape deck
They in my DM like, "Swish, where the tape at?"
I'm on the other side with my lil' bitch in the Bush
And she live where the rakes at
I keep a glove, finger-fucking her sturdy
I told 'em I'm practicing safe sex

I ain't got time for the corny shit
Couple of shots, let me call me this bitch
I'm off the Henny, but, no, I ain't tripping
You bugging, can't go like Mori Blixk
I see that V, I'ma throw at the car
Don't care if it's your mom's or your shorty's shit
If it's a sitchy, I'ma do it
I never cry to a prosecutor
Whole lotta rappers just be rapping
We know the facts, y'all not the shooters
I pop a Perky and I probably use it
She wanna suck me and fuck to my music
Tony the Ape, that's my brother, he bug out
And we in L.A. on Melrose with a gun out
Play if you want
I got some 'ooters that I never mention
'Cause they do not want clout (Brr)
I am what I am and I said what I said
It's a whole lotta bitch niggas that want me dead
I'm still outside, we gon' slide like a sled
You know I'm on time if I pull up with Dread
I bought a fifty popper, leave him slumped
But I was really shopping for a pump
Sound like I'm having meetings with the plug
I'm tryna turn Kush into Runtz

I call my opps Soulja Boy
They get caught, they gon' tell 'em
They gon' fold with pressure
Free my dogs, convicted felons
I call my opps Soulja Boy
They get caught, they gon' tell 'em
I know they gon' tell 'em
Zanotti, he be telling

Look, empty the clip, reload and crank that
I bet I up it and aim where his face at (Bah)
I'm tryna slide like a tape deck
They in my DM like, "Swish, where the tape at?"
I'm on the other side with my lil' bitch in the Bush
And she live where the rakes at
I keep a glove, finger-fucking her sturdy
I told 'em I'm practicing safe sex

I call my opps Soulja Boy
They get caught, they gon' tell 'em
They gon' fold with pressure
Free my dogs, convicted felons
I call my opps Soulja Boy
They get caught, they gon' tell 'em
I know they gon' tell 'em
Zanotti, he be telling

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