Lyrical Breakdown of Can't Tell (feat. T.I. and Boosie BadAzz) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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• Lyric Overview: Witness how Young Thug feat. T.I. & Boosie Badazz weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Can't Tell (feat. T.I. and Boosie BadAzz)" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
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Yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah Niggas say they fuck with you, I can't tell Five hundred thousand dollar Chevelle I got bricks and birds for retail I got a hundred thousand worth of belts These bitches and these niggas know that they can't play around here I call the spot elementary 'cause I keep a K around here All my Haitians if you play, they make you Grady baby I might shoot you in your head and then it's no more thinking Pussy boy, I'll leave you dead and call it dedication I put Act inside my drink, they call it medication Hold up, pull up, roll up, pour up Ounces in a soda Push up on your bitch and, shawty, I didn't even know her See this hood I throw up, realest one I ever seen ATL, call it XXL 'cause we stay spittin' shells outta long magazines Real nigga got a crown, better own that thing If the game got a throne, bet I'm on that thing Beloved dope dealer and a well-known king And a killer 'pending on how you put your spin on things You know how many suckers get ahead I've seen? 'Bout the same amount of pussy niggas dead I've seen You know how many bitches in the bed I've seen? That like asking me how much bread I've seen, ayy More than enough, in God we trust You love real niggas, then fuck with us But if you got a problem with it, then fuck with us It be ashes to ashes, dust to dust Got your bitch riding everything but the bus She let me put it everywhere but the butt I always tell the bitch don't talk so much She said, "Who I'm hiding from? What the fuck? For what?" Niggas say they fuck with you, I can't tell Five hundred thousand dollar Chevelle I got bricks and birds for retail I got a hundred thousand worth of belts These bitches and these niggas know that they can't play around here I call the spot elementary 'cause I keep a K around here All my Haitians if you play, they make you Grady baby I might shoot you in your head and then it's no more thinking Pussy boy, I'll leave you dead and call it dedication I put Act inside my drink, they call it medication Man, I'm leanin' so bad, I can't do a push-up for a million Catch a nigga baby mama, make her give me nothing but ceiling, hey Never had time to rap and cap and dap these tramps, my ice a lamp I can't adapt, I'd rather slap, I'd rather pop his cap and naps His mom, his aunt, his dad, his cat (woo!) 2004, I was screamin' everything Gucci, no Big Cat (woo!) And we was skatin' up, ridin' with them Ks, shootin' at all these big racks Fuck a officer Akon, what it do, bruh? Keep these fuckin' hoes off of you When you get some new money turn new or You gon' wish you would've or could've, the way I Sit down and get rich like a booker (yeah) Might drop the top up off it If I don't get into the helicopter Feelin' like I'm on a blue dolphin Nigga ridin' 'round with like hella choppers Every time I need new surgery I'm gon' call up my head doctor (brrr) Five more thousands 'cause she ain't got no head problems Yeah, all my niggas, they be bleedin', nigga Yeah, they ain't gon' never cheat a nigga Yeah, pop a watermelon any season, nigga (yeah) Hey, I'ma bag her every time I see her, nigga Fishin' hoes with my hook (what?) Pockets all swollen, no book (what?) Glasses on, she don't know how I look (nerdy, nerdy) Since I'm on, how the fuck do I look? (I'm on, I'm on) You ain't got no milli, you can't tell me how I look I'm a big old blood over here, I'm Suge Niggas say they fuck with you, I can't tell Five hundred thousand dollar Chevelle I got bricks and birds for retail I got a hundred thousand worth of belts These bitches and these niggas know that they can't play around here I call the spot elementary 'cause I keep a K around here All my Haitians if you play, they make you Grady baby I might shoot you in your head and then it's no more thinking Pussy boy, I'll leave you dead and call it dedication I put Act inside my drink, they call it medication Ayy, you ain't read the paper? (You ain't read the paper?) You ain't seen the news? Got a team of goons 'bout action Never start it, but I finish it so nasty, ask 'em (ask 'em) They know 'bout me I'm so Keisha with the 9, rock-a-bye, baby So smooth, so fly, baby (so fly, boom, boom!) Rock-a-bye, baby Let me turn up now, four shows a week Hundred thousand a piece, we gettin' bread now (gettin' bread now) Mama, don't worry 'bout nothin' ('bout nothin') You can kick up your legs now I ain't lyin', I got hitters on top of hitters (chop it, nigga) Got hitters on top of hitters Rest in peace to my nigga Lil Bleek (Lil Bleek) I miss you, I miss you, nigga Just tryna live and have a lil' fun, nigga Nephew just came home, half a million dollar bond, nigga I got fans that bust yo' ass, you talk 'bout Boosie, baby Got off my ass, went got that bag, and Boosie made it Hate that, nigga Niggas say they fuck with you, I can't tell Five hundred thousand dollar Chevelle I got bricks and birds for retail I got a hundred thousand worth of belts These bitches and these niggas know that they can't play around here I call the spot elementary 'cause I keep a K around here All my Haitians if you play, they make you Grady baby I might shoot you in your head and then it's no more thinking Pussy boy, I'll leave you dead and call it dedication I put Act inside my drink, they call it medication