nycdom - tell me lyrics
tell me how many opps been done up
tell me how many opps tried to run up
glt the pow, he running
she a treesh, why her n+gga buggin
tell me why all these n+ggas talk on my name
there’s ya little fame
boy you gotta be dumb this sh+t ain’t a game
if the glizzy spit then i ain’t saying names
tell me how many opps been done up
tell me how many opps tried to run up
glt the pow, he running
she a treesh, why her n+gga buggin
tell me why all these n+ggas talk on my name
there’s ya little fame
boy you gotta be dumb this sh+t ain’t a game
if the glizzy spit then i ain’t saying names
these n+ggas gotta be obsessed, they all on my page watching moves tryna peep what’s next
i’m catching neck getting treeshy, i don’t do the beefing got money to make f+ck ya set
before all you n+ggas ask no i don’t do the drilling
got n+ggas that do f+ck the rest
but i just might be there, got these n+ggas scared
boy we flip em there f+ck the chat
what i just said it might be a lie (gang gang gang)
b+tch i been outside
ask em n+ggas about me i don’t be on bullsh+t i’m really inna field i’m still alive
b+tch it’s up for you n+ggas
had enough of you n+ggas
who pullin them triggers
who in the pictures
on the gram that boy snitchin
and now he in his feelings
pull up on em
no remorse
get that n+gga torched
check the score
he not on the court
but he on the floor
tell me who really doing this
tell me who really true to this
tell me that you not new to this
cuz you n+ggas ain’t really doing sh+t
you lil n+ggas gon make me flip the switch
cut her off but she can’t get off my d+ck
countin bread but ya busy doing cl!cks
on the net what’s the links ain’t taking pics
we don’t do sh+t for the net
tell me who really did what they said
tell me where all the sh+t that i read
no same energy put em to rest, gang gang gang gang
tell me how many opps been done up
tell me how many opps tried to run up
glt the pow, he running
she a treesh, why her n+gga buggin
tell me why all these n+ggas talk on my name
there’s ya little fame
boy you gotta be dumb this sh+t ain’t a game
if the glizzy spit then i ain’t saying names
tell me how many opps been done up
tell me how many opps tried to run up
glt the pow, he running
she a treesh, why her n+gga buggin
tell me why all these n+ggas talk on my name
there’s ya little fame
boy you gotta be dumb this sh+t ain’t a game
if the glizzy spit then i ain’t saying names
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