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

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