tOlD mE (feat. Lil Yachty)

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Tay Keith, fuck these **** up

I'ma tell you like a **** told me

If you go broke, better go pick up a ski

I be Guccied  down, I got sick of Louis V

Think I'm 'bout to drown, diamonds straight up out the sea

I be puttin' it down, know my haters sick of me

They gon' bite a **** style 'cause my shit on fleek

Smokin' dope up out the pound with the gang, we geeked

Told the concierge, "Point me to the penthouse suite"

Lil' mama tryna act sweet, but we know that she freak

Better not pay a bitch, she gon' fuck me for the free

Water on my wrist drippin', think it got a leak

If a **** play with me, then my **** gon' tweak

Fuck-fuck what you heard, only speak on what you see

Bitches watchin' me like a fuckin' TV

Pull up-pull up on the curb in a coup, beep beep

Say that she ain't heard of me, told the bitch she sleep

Truth be told, a lot of **** runnin' out of guap

Say they havin' paper, but they really out of stock

On Instagram cappin', but you sleepin' on a cot

If ain't get no money, why you posted on the block?

Say that that's your bitch, I got my dick up in her twat

I'ma let her drown, I got no feelin's for the thot

V-V-Ss lookin' like some dried up snot

In other words, I just put some boogers in the watch

I can teach a young **** how to get rich

Rule number one, never fall for the bitch

Rule number two, keep it solid with your clique

And if you lookin' like a lick, keep a fully-loaded stick

Bitch, I really got it, so a lotta shit

Guess the **** mad 'cause I'm fuckin' on his sis

I'ma send a hit before I ever send a diss

Catch a **** loafin, I'ma pop one like a cyst

These **** look up to me, the streets fuckin' with me

Because it ain't no cap in my rap

My ho be trippin, she say I'm always in the lab

I'm just perfectin' my craft

I did not have me no coach when I jumped in the streets

In the jungle, I had to adapt

I am not selfish when it come to money or bitches

I'm gon' split 'em both with my pals

I'ma tell you like a **** told me

If you go broke, better go pick up a ski

I be Guccied down, I got sick of Louis V

Think I'm 'bout to drown, diamonds straight up out the sea

I be puttin' it down, know my haters sick of me

They gon' bite a **** style 'cause my shit on fleek

Smokin' dope up out the pound with the gang, we geeked

Told the concierge, "Point me to the penthouse suite"

Lil' mama tryna act sweet, but we know that she freak

Better not pay a bitch, she gon' fuck me for the free

Water on my wrist drippin', think it got a leak

If a **** play with me, then my **** gon' tweak

Fuck-fuck what you heard, only speak on what you see

Bitches watchin' me like a fuckin' TV

Pull up-pull up on the curb in a coup, beep beep

Say that she ain't heard of me, told the bitch she sleep

**** be sleepin', huh?

**** be sleepin', Tempur-pedic

But they be peakin', huh?

Bitches be tweakin', huh?

Pistol be peakin' out the side, you **** be geekin', huh?

I let these lil' **** have it

Ten-ten thousand dollars on a automatic

T-t-ten thousand, throw it on a acrobatic

My smoke on sweet aromatics

Bitch, how you bossin' sleepin' on a mattress

Your bank account dry, stiff, cactus

I-I-I got them racks, splurge, Saks Fifth

You not a boss, bitch, you a actress

Politic with politicians

Dropped out the school 'cause I didn't wanna pay for admissions

Rather writin' compositions

Wrote up a rap that got me richer than a deacon

I-I-I got that lil' pussy leakin'

Seen you in flight, you my bitch for the weekend

I don't a fuck if these **** don't like me

Let 'em know they jewelry do not excite me

Let 'em know I never run out of will

Pink-pink slip everythin' that I own

A-a-and expense on everythin' that I'm on

New Tommy gun, bitch, I'm lil' boat Capone

I'ma tell you like a **** told me

If you go broke, better go pick up a ski

I be Guccied down, I got sick of Louis V

Think I'm 'bout to drown, diamonds straight up out the sea

I be puttin' it down, know my haters sick of me

They gon' bite a **** style 'cause my shit on fleek

Smokin' dope up out the pound with the gang, we geeked

Told the concierge, "Point me to the penthouse suite"

Lil' mama tryna act sweet, but we know that she freak

Better not pay a bitch, she gon' fuck me for the free

Water on my wrist drippin', think it got a leak

If a **** play with me, then my **** gon' tweak

Fuck-fuck what you heard, only speak on what you see

Bitches watchin' me like a fuckin' TV

Pull up-pull up on the curb in a coup, beep beep

Say that she ain't heard of me, told the bitch she sleep