Who You Gon Tell? (feat. Sean-Michael, Kang, Saint Troi & D E E P a K)

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Year 242 (CCXLII) was a common year starting on Saturday (link will display the full calendar) of the Julian calendar. At the time, it was known as the Year of the Consulship of Gratus and Lepidus (or, less frequently, year 995 Ab urbe condita). The denomination 242 for this year has been used since the early medieval period, when the Anno Domini calendar era became the prevalent method in Europe for naming years. more »

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Look
Ain't taking no L's
Mayweather steez
Making reads
Life goin' way too swell
I been giving 'em hell
Drip on my haters all day
My cribbo look like a well
Nigga who you gon tell
Everyone know that you fell
Off
'Cuz that cappin' don't sell
Them cards you ain't dealt
Bruh
It's all fairy tales
That choppa don't sing like Adele
So you can go stop with the back talk
All of that lying on laptops
My city got Apple I.T
Niggas who makin' the Mac talk
Oh you pulled up in a Audi
You must be talkin' bout Matchbox
She from Dubai, and she Saudi
Know that I'm giving her backshots
Now who you gon' tell
Now who you gon' tell
And who you gon' snitch
You pocket-watching like the IRS
I been out in the fields
And I play with the best
So you talking that mess
You best say with your chest
Yeah
Talking to 12
Imma start me a conflict
Watch what you say
'Cuz I might wanna bomb shit
Acting all tough
I don't f*ck with the drama
Running your mouth
So I run my revolver
I send her out on a crusade
Love me or hate me
You still gon' get played
At the end of the day
You gon' die by the blade
Imma send you to God
Bitch I hope you can pray
Flicking them lights
I'm the Hash-Slinging Slasher
If you sing one more time
I'm gon' start a disaster
If you move like a snitch
Bitch I'm the rat-catcher
I'm the king of the jungle
I take without asking
Yeah
Who you gon' tell
If you out in the streets
Who you gon' tell
When they can't keep the peace
Who you gon' tell
If no one's gon' believe
Now who you gon' tell
When they won't let you breathe
Who you gon' tell
If you out in the streets
Who you gon' tell
When they can't keep the peace
Who you gon' tell
If no one's gon' believe
Now who you gon' tell
When they won't let you breathe
Lavish living, it's the
Endgame
So when opposition tries to
Maintain
A chokehold on our necks, we get
Unchained
And turn a nigga into dust like the
Stones came
I make the ladies do soul train
Dancing and jigging with champagne
I stack up my tracks
With more plaques
Then I'm back in the booth
With a sack and some wax
To my name
That's the game
Now who you gon' tell
When your face on the ground
And my foot in your face
Stomping into the floor
Blood gushing out
Give a f*ck 'bout the clout
You get punched in the mouth
If you fucking with moe
She tryna tell me I'm different
She trippin'
I'm dippin'
Right after I pass her to bro
Know if she breathing
Then she for the streets
And the time I'm on demon
That means I'm on go
BITCH
Who you gon' tell
If you out in the streets
Who you gon' tell
When they can't keep the peace
Who you gon' tell
If no one's gon' believe
Now who you gon' tell
When they won't let you breathe
Who you gon' tell
If you out in the streets
Who you gon' tell
When they can't keep the peace
Who you gon' tell
If no one's gon' believe
Now who you gon' tell
When they won't let you
Breathe

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