Told Y'all

I'm in a new whip, you ain't seen it

Finna hit the sprite with the remix (lean!)

All this fuckin' Fendi, I'm the cleanest

I'm so wavy, make a bitch sea sick

I can only pipe a bitch if she thick

Pistol beat like Bankroll & D. Rich

Two grand on these LV kicks

Couple hundred horse power, eat this

Okay, you niggas wanna sneak diss

Chasin' after money leave me sleepless

Type of nigga fall off for a weak bitch

I took her to the crib, let her eat this

Billie Jean told a bitch to Beat It

Ugh, how she let a nigga beat it

Would've told her she'll make a good parent

Until she swallowed my semen

I told y'all I was gon' ball

I told y'all I was gon' shit, no stall

I told your girl, I was gon' call

But here her number back 'cause it ain't happen at all

I told y'all I was gonna rock designer

I told y'all I was gonna get them bands

And if you wanna get super fuckin' rich

Then only thing you need to stop fuckin' with is friends

I told y'all I was gonna eat good

I told y'all I was gonna make it out the hood

I told y'all I'ma count big racks

Hop in my lane and I'm grabbin' the wood

Told y'all that I got the Mac, Steve Jobs

All this motherfuckin' horse power, yee-haw!

Bitch, I got bigger guns than T.I

He told y'all that I don't, then he lied

I just hit this blunt so motherfuckin' hard

Your bitch just jumped in my motherfuckin' car

I'm authentic, you's a motherfuckin' fraud

And my clip is a motherfuckin' large

Let's get it

If I take the pedal in this foreign

Oh can't you tell 'em, I'm ignorant

Used to be slidin' down St. Lawrence

If we catch you lackin' then we scorin'

Pull up in that all-white like a nazi

Lookin' out for police and paparazzi

This bitch hotter than a Taki

Told her give me that asap, Rocky

Pull up in that all-white like a nazi

Lookin' out for police and paparazzi

This bitch hotter than a Taki

Told her give me that asap, Rocky

I told y'all I was gon' ball

I told y'all I was gon' shit, no stall

I told your girl I was gon' call

But here her number back 'cause it ain't happen at all

I told y'all I was gonna rock designer

I told y'all I was gonna get them bands

And if you wanna get super fuckin' rich

Then only thing you need to stop fuckin' with is friends

I told y'all I was gonna eat good

I told y'all I was gonna make it out the hood

I told y'all I'ma count big racks

Hop in my lane and I'm grabbin' the wood

Told y'all that I got the Mac, Steve Jobs

All this motherfuckin' horse power, yee-haw!

Bitch, I got bigger guns than T.I

He told y'all that I don't, then he lied