Tell 'Em That - King Hot, Nef The Pharaoh

Got my hands on the game like a bike bar

I ain’t ran from nothin' but a cop car

I got the syrup in my blood, it’s a dirty piss

I got a bitch in Bel Air like I’m Will Smith

Your bitch wanna choose, she wanna really ball

She good on the head like tylenol

Bay boy 'til I die, I’m still stewy

My Skittles on my feet, I don’t wear Gucci

on my lap, no peace time

We all tryin' to eat like the lunch line

Tryin' to start smoke, that’s suicidal

The boy with the action, that’s on the bible

They ask me what I want, I tell 'em «all this»

I spent ten bands up at Saks 5th

All about the Grants and the Benjamins

That’s fox fur on the strings of my Timberland’s

The kid out here winnin', tell them hoes that

The kid out here lit, tell them hoes that

The kid out here stylin', tell them hoes that

The kid out here strapped, tell them hoes that

Uhh, tell them hoes that

Tell them hoes that

Tell them hoes that

Tell them hoes that

Foreign exchange student, European classy

Never heard of speed limits, we gonna do the dashy

I should bring the hoes, got it bad for me

Closet full of J’s look like a factory

I was Sick Wid It 'fore I signed the dotted line

I’m a ticking time bomb, I will break a

I know Italians and I fuck with Taliban

The shit in Cali bomb, I be doin' what I want

I don’t fuck with snitches, you can run and tell them hoes that

Got a couple killers on life and they want that

Alledgedly I walk around with that’s a known fact

little niggas and they probly where your home at

It started as a dream now it’s reality

Get the green and I did, I cop the celery

I see a bunch of commas on my salary

Boy I swear my na-na would be proud of me

The kid out here winnin', tell them hoes that

The kid out here lit, tell them hoes that

The kid out here stylin', tell them hoes that

The kid out here strapped, tell them hoes that

Uhh, tell them hoes that

Tell them hoes that

Tell them hoes that

Tell them hoes that