Tell Me by NYCDom Lyrics
Tell me how many opps been done up
Tell me how many opps tried to run up
GLT the Pow, he running
She a treesh, why her nigga buggin
Tell me why all these niggas talk on my name
There’s ya little fame
Boy you gotta be dumb this shit ain’t a game
If the glizzy spit then I ain’t saying names
Tell me how many opps been done up
Tell me how many opps tried to run up
GLT the Pow, he running
She a treesh, why her nigga buggin
Tell me why all these niggas talk on my name
There’s ya little fame
Boy you gotta be dumb this shit ain’t a game
If the glizzy spit then I ain’t saying names
These niggas gotta be obsessed, they all on my page watching moves tryna peep what’s next
I’m catching neck getting treeshy, I don’t do the beefing got money to make fuck ya set
Before all you niggas ask no I don’t do the drilling
Got niggas that do fuck the rest
But I just might be there, got these niggas scared
Boy we flip em there fuck the chat
What I just said it might be a lie (Gang gang gang)
Bitch I been outside
Ask em niggas about me I don’t be on bullshit I’m really inna field I’m still alive
Bitch it’s up for you niggas
Had enough of you niggas
Who pullin them triggers
Who in the pictures
On the gram that boy snitchin
And now he in his feelings
Pull up on em
No remorse
Get that nigga torched
Check the score
He not on the court
But he on the floor
Tell me who really doing this
Tell me who really true to this
Tell me that you not new to this
Cuz you niggas ain’t really doing shit
You lil niggas gon make me flip the switch
Cut her off but she can’t get off my dick
Countin bread but ya busy doing clicks
On the net what’s the links ain’t taking pics
We don’t do shit for the net
Tell me who really did what they said
Tell me where all the shit that I read
No same energy put em to rest, gang gang gang gang
Tell me how many opps been done up
Tell me how many opps tried to run up
GLT the Pow, he running
She a treesh, why her nigga buggin
Tell me why all these niggas talk on my name
There’s ya little fame
Boy you gotta be dumb this shit ain’t a game
If the glizzy spit then I ain’t saying names
Tell me how many opps been done up
Tell me how many opps tried to run up
GLT the Pow, he running
She a treesh, why her nigga buggin
Tell me why all these niggas talk on my name
There’s ya little fame
Boy you gotta be dumb this shit ain’t a game
If the glizzy spit then I ain’t saying names
Tell me how many opps tried to run up
GLT the Pow, he running
She a treesh, why her nigga buggin
Tell me why all these niggas talk on my name
There’s ya little fame
Boy you gotta be dumb this shit ain’t a game
If the glizzy spit then I ain’t saying names
Tell me how many opps been done up
Tell me how many opps tried to run up
GLT the Pow, he running
She a treesh, why her nigga buggin
Tell me why all these niggas talk on my name
There’s ya little fame
Boy you gotta be dumb this shit ain’t a game
If the glizzy spit then I ain’t saying names
These niggas gotta be obsessed, they all on my page watching moves tryna peep what’s next
I’m catching neck getting treeshy, I don’t do the beefing got money to make fuck ya set
Before all you niggas ask no I don’t do the drilling
Got niggas that do fuck the rest
But I just might be there, got these niggas scared
Boy we flip em there fuck the chat
What I just said it might be a lie (Gang gang gang)
Bitch I been outside
Ask em niggas about me I don’t be on bullshit I’m really inna field I’m still alive
Bitch it’s up for you niggas
Had enough of you niggas
Who pullin them triggers
Who in the pictures
On the gram that boy snitchin
And now he in his feelings
Pull up on em
No remorse
Get that nigga torched
Check the score
He not on the court
But he on the floor
Tell me who really doing this
Tell me who really true to this
Tell me that you not new to this
Cuz you niggas ain’t really doing shit
You lil niggas gon make me flip the switch
Cut her off but she can’t get off my dick
Countin bread but ya busy doing clicks
On the net what’s the links ain’t taking pics
We don’t do shit for the net
Tell me who really did what they said
Tell me where all the shit that I read
No same energy put em to rest, gang gang gang gang
Tell me how many opps been done up
Tell me how many opps tried to run up
GLT the Pow, he running
She a treesh, why her nigga buggin
Tell me why all these niggas talk on my name
There’s ya little fame
Boy you gotta be dumb this shit ain’t a game
If the glizzy spit then I ain’t saying names
Tell me how many opps been done up
Tell me how many opps tried to run up
GLT the Pow, he running
She a treesh, why her nigga buggin
Tell me why all these niggas talk on my name
There’s ya little fame
Boy you gotta be dumb this shit ain’t a game
If the glizzy spit then I ain’t saying names