Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Travis Scott
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jacques Bermon Webster II
Songwriter
Allen Ritter
Songwriter
Trocon Roberts
Songwriter
MIKE DEAN
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Allen Ritter
Producer
MIKE DEAN
Mixing Engineer
Albert Chee
Assistant Recording Engineer
Blake Harden
Recording Engineer
Jimmy Cash
Recording Engineer
Jordan Lewis
Recording Engineer
Kez Khou
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Stuart Innis
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Intro]
I can tell
[Chorus]
I can tell, baby, I can tell
Ooh, I can tell, baby, I can tell
You ain't told no tales, you ain't told no tales, yeah
No, not you, no way, no tale
Yeah, I can tell, baby, I can tell
I can tell, baby, I can tell
I can tell, baby, I can tell
I can tell
[Verse 1]
I can tell 'bout the night tales and the dry spells
All the wrong ones and the right things
To stay away from and how we took off
And how we on top and how we won't fall, how we goin' up
How we came up, how we came up
[Verse 2]
It all started in the basement
Was an attic but we called the shit the basement
Bass used to break all my Mama vases
Ugh, shot my first eight then, ****, I probably wasn't eight then
Always had the gas like I broke wind
They said my way of makin' dollars never made sense
Come take a dive in waterfall in the deep end
I can tell you 'bout the nights out in Fort Bend
[Chorus]
I can tell, baby, I can tell
I can tell, baby, I can tell, yeah
You ain't got no tales, you don't, hmm
I can tell, baby, I can tell
I can tell, baby, I can tell
I can tell, baby, I can tell
I can tell, baby, I can tell
No, you don't tell, yeah
[Verse 3]
Yeah, I can tell 'bout the night tales
And all the dry wells and all the long roads
And all my ideas before the cornrows
How we came up and how we came down
Going donuts, coffee couldn't help now
How we zoned out, made it out the wood now
And what it do when they wanna be your friend now
How to get it, how to live and get it in now
How to go from scrapin' profits, makin' this demand now
I've been impulsive, non-emotional, stayin' humble 'bout it
Tilt the posture, sick, pass the bottle, 504 Hot Boyz
Minus a bad rap like Silkk the Shocker
But I'ma pull up the silk to shock her with the silk, ****
You know I been a rocker drippin' milk and knockers
[Verse 4]
Take it up another notch and take it up another notch and
At top, I pop a pill, pop a seal to forget about you
I'll bombaclot you, bomba, bomba, blocka shot you
Bling or blang or bang a rapper
Bangarang, I brought my money back orangutan
Diamonds hangin' on my nang-a-lang
Bitches hangin' on my dang-a-lang (Straight up!)
[Chorus]
I can tell, baby, I can tell
I can tell, baby, I can tell, yeah
You ain't got no tales, you don't, hmm
I can tell, baby, I can tell
I can tell, baby, I can tell (How 'bout I come over there?)
I can tell, baby, I can tell (All of them bitches can tell)
I can tell, baby, I can tell (All of them bitches can tell)
No, you don't tell, ah
Written by: Allen Ritter, Jacques Bermon Webster II, MIKE DEAN, Trocon Roberts