Ballout - Can't You Tell lyrics

rate me

Feat. Lil Reese & Tadoe

This Chicago nigga

Can’t you tell the guap, can’t you tell?

Can’t you tell ‘em I’m from the block, can’t you tell?

Can’t you tell that this bitch I’m with, banging true Channel

Can’t you tell by the smell that this weed is loud as hell?

Can’t you I ball out cuz I like to ball

Cuz like to ball, shop at mall

I don’t even stop, can’t you tell at all

Can’t you tell why this niggas hating on me cuz they fake as hell

Can’t you tell I’m from the moon and if I want it so I’ll be in jail

Fuck twill, fuck twill

Fuck twill, fuck twill

Can’t you tell I’m from the block, can’t you tell?

Because I smoke, hit me loud, can’t you tell?

Niggas bitches they ain’t real man, they can’t tell

These niggas bitch they gonna squeal man, they gonna squeal

My nigga thirsty yeah they grimy in the filed

My niggas hitting for a body, that’s a kill

These niggas bitches they stay happy what’s the deal?

I got it on me, on my spread bitch I will

Stop acting like you out here

Niggas saying nothi’ here

Nigga what’s the deal?

These niggas ain’t real, stop acting like you out here, nigga ain’t real

If they got something, time to put some shit on me

I better won’t squip

My niggas in the field, OC for that shit to get real

Can’t you tell the guap, can’t you tell?

Can’t you tell ‘em I’m from the block, can’t you tell?

Can’t you tell that this bitch I’m with, banging true Channel

Can’t you tell by the smell that this weed is loud as hell?

Can’t you I ball out cuz I like to ball

Cuz like to ball, shop at mall

I don’t even stop, can’t you tell at all

Can’t you tell why this niggas hating on me cuz they fake as hell

Can’t you tell I’m from the moon and if I want it so I’ll be in jail

Fuck twill, fuck twill

Hello! Thank you come again

Can’t you tell I check the benefit of these nuts

You can’t be inflexive boy, just be as nuts

Can’t you smell out the pocket that I sell

If it’s real catch a shit with what I made

I’mma catch you, got her body

And you tell I got this dirty talk on me

And you tell I got the dirty bust on me

Walk up this where I take thirty took (?)

And you tell to see that D up in the streets

I count that money in my sleep

And you tell ‘em boys that they don’t want on me

I got this mack move and move liquor in the street

You better not twick

Can’t you tell the guap, can’t you tell?

Can’t you tell ‘em I’m from the block, can’t you tell?

Can’t you tell that this bitch I’m with, banging true Channel

Can’t you tell by the smell that this weed is loud as hell?

Can’t you tell?