DP Bandz, Midda Mac - How Can I Tell It Lyrics

Can I tell it Can I write it
Is they gon like it
Can I tell it Can I tell it Can I write
This just words from the wise ima be outspoken
I dive head first up in that water and that ocean
How I fell for your love but it was just a potion
I kept on telling you shit but you ain't even had quote it
You pose to hold me down
you pose to be my ride
But you had let me down
I got played like a clown
But these tattoos on my body shit don't mean nothing
And this pistol in my pocket still gon mean something BAAAHHH
Fuck Momma told me change my ways
Look up to the sky son it some better days
And if you get a job son don't work minimum wage
And if you gotta rob some make sure you get paid
But I can't wait I can't stay I keep procrastinating
And if the money call bitch you know I gotta take it
My life a bitch and this on my hip don't got no safety
Roll em dice or play em cards or god gon take it
Or this Glock gon take it how RIPz gon hit his body now he Harlem shaking
I had to check his ahh
I keep both feet up on that Nike
One foot up on the gas
And I'm a heartless ass Nigga heart up in the past
Ya what's good Foe
I could tell em too Nigga Yeaa
Lemme tell you bout my life so you could see the difference
And I can never speak a lie and you could see the lyrics
I'm tryna snatch these niggas souls I'm tryna lift they spirit
I'm tryna vibe out on a jet instead of flying spirit
I'm tryna run me up a check before they fucking clear it
If you ain't tryna help with that then you can fucking clear it
I'm taking chances like roulette that's why I sip the syrup
I'm mixing the liq in with the syrup like are you fucking serious
Aye can you sell it
Matter fact can you mail it
2 hunned for onion
Need a extra 5 when I mail it
Aye can you zelle it
Matter fact what's yo login
Matter fact ain't no bargain
I put 3.5 on his noggin
So I'm riding
3 o clock in the morning
Roll a 3.5 while I'm yawning
Feel 3 5 super sonic
Got to the party
I got Bitches tryna get on me
Friendly niggas stay tryna dap me
Buts it okay cuz it's on me
Got wit homies
So we front stage wit sum bitches and we watching for em phoneys
Who ain't neva minding they business
And been sipping so I'm grabbing ass and titties ducking all em pictures cuz I might take One with me

Can I tell it Can I write it
Is they gon like it
Can I tell it Can I tell it Can I write
This just words from the wise ima be outspoken
I dive head first up in that water and that ocean
How I fell for your love but it was just a potion
I kept on telling you shit but you ain't even had quote it
You pose to hold me down
you pose to be my ride
But you had let me down
I got played like a clown
But these tattoos on my body shit don't mean nothing
And this pistol in my pocket still gon mean something BAAAHHH
Fuck Momma told me change my ways
Look up to the sky son it some better days
And if you get a job son don't work minimum wage
And if you gotta rob some make sure you get paid
But I can't wait I can't stay I keep procrastinating
And if the money call bitch you know I gotta take it
My life a bitch and this on my hip don't got no safety
Roll em dice or play em cards or god gon take it
Or this Glock gon take it how RIPz gon hit his body now he Harlem shaking
I had to check his ahh
I keep both feet up on that Nike
One foot up on the gas
And I'm a heartless ass Nigga heart up in the past
Ya what's good Foe
I could tell em too Nigga Yeaa
Lemme tell you bout my life so you could see the difference
And I can never speak a lie and you could see the lyrics
I'm tryna snatch these niggas souls I'm tryna lift they spirit
I'm tryna vibe out on a jet instead of flying spirit
I'm tryna run me up a check before they fucking clear it
If you ain't tryna help with that then you can fucking clear it
I'm taking chances like roulette that's why I sip the syrup
I'm mixing the liq in with the syrup like are you fucking serious
Aye can you sell it
Matter fact can you mail it
2 hunned for onion
Need a extra 5 when I mail it
Aye can you zelle it
Matter fact what's yo login
Matter fact ain't no bargain
I put 3.5 on his noggin
So I'm riding
3 o clock in the morning
Roll a 3.5 while I'm yawning
Feel 3 5 super sonic
Got to the party
I got Bitches tryna get on me
Friendly niggas stay tryna dap me
Buts it okay cuz it's on me
Got wit homies
So we front stage wit sum bitches and we watching for em phoneys
Who ain't neva minding they business
And been sipping so I'm grabbing ass and titties ducking all em pictures cuz I might take One with me