Cant You Tell by T-Top Lyrics
[Intro]
Yo
I told you I got you, king
[?]
[Verse 1]
I ain't had no good cocaine in a minute, hold up, let me finish
I can go and whip it, all it take is a minute, okay, let me get it
In the kitchen all day, I was tryna whip a ticket, even sold a little midget
I was fronting out birds'fore I even knew the business, I was using in a [?]
I was out making plays with my main slice, she ain't the cutest but that thing right
She will hold the blicker when she go for pick-ups, making sure all the change right
She a college student, that brain nice, I met and fucked her on the same night
I was just getting back from California and I met that bitch on the same flight
And went "oh, I'm busy baby, let's hook up if you ain't busy later"
She said "What about now?" "fuck it, I'm down", she was sucking it like it had different flavors
I'm a freed slave, not a thug nigga, a businessman, not a drug dealer
We're all laced up in suit and ties, you can't even tell if the plug's with us
My main line be tied up with two bitches at the same time
I clicked over for the second one and tried to remember the same lie
I popped the pill, it's game time, we're arguing about the same line
I'm trying to pitch it and she's trying to sniff it, the bitch fucking up all kinds of business
I'm gone
[Hook 2x]
I stay on the block and I stay in the kitchen
I whip it, I whip it, I get to the money, can't you tell that I get it
These niggas be lying, these bitches be lying
Can't you tell that me and my niggas on the block and getting it
[Verse 2]
I go so hard 'cause I need me a check, just not as much as I need my respect
That's why I trap, ain't no reason to flex, and still go on Smack and compete with the best
Boom, I got an ego to test, I'm shooting your people to death
And my cocaine move, I got no reason to stretch, you can see fiends at my neck
Got a bad bitch too, she just keep feeding me ex, she want me to eat her to death
I'ma take her to the room, kids gon' be on her neck, she don't believe in neglect
These niggas be lying, these bitches be lying
I get it, I lie, she hitting that line, now she hit with a fine
I told her clean up, get that shit off your face, I got company coming, now put down the tray
I know that he already coming for yay, but I don't want my business in front of my place
The trap did a whole bunch of numbers today, I could go buy me a Hummer today
Nothing but fifties and hundreds today, and the choppers on deck if you want it today
[Hook]
Yo
I told you I got you, king
[?]
[Verse 1]
I ain't had no good cocaine in a minute, hold up, let me finish
I can go and whip it, all it take is a minute, okay, let me get it
In the kitchen all day, I was tryna whip a ticket, even sold a little midget
I was fronting out birds'fore I even knew the business, I was using in a [?]
I was out making plays with my main slice, she ain't the cutest but that thing right
She will hold the blicker when she go for pick-ups, making sure all the change right
She a college student, that brain nice, I met and fucked her on the same night
I was just getting back from California and I met that bitch on the same flight
And went "oh, I'm busy baby, let's hook up if you ain't busy later"
She said "What about now?" "fuck it, I'm down", she was sucking it like it had different flavors
I'm a freed slave, not a thug nigga, a businessman, not a drug dealer
We're all laced up in suit and ties, you can't even tell if the plug's with us
My main line be tied up with two bitches at the same time
I clicked over for the second one and tried to remember the same lie
I popped the pill, it's game time, we're arguing about the same line
I'm trying to pitch it and she's trying to sniff it, the bitch fucking up all kinds of business
I'm gone
[Hook 2x]
I stay on the block and I stay in the kitchen
I whip it, I whip it, I get to the money, can't you tell that I get it
These niggas be lying, these bitches be lying
Can't you tell that me and my niggas on the block and getting it
[Verse 2]
I go so hard 'cause I need me a check, just not as much as I need my respect
That's why I trap, ain't no reason to flex, and still go on Smack and compete with the best
Boom, I got an ego to test, I'm shooting your people to death
And my cocaine move, I got no reason to stretch, you can see fiends at my neck
Got a bad bitch too, she just keep feeding me ex, she want me to eat her to death
I'ma take her to the room, kids gon' be on her neck, she don't believe in neglect
These niggas be lying, these bitches be lying
I get it, I lie, she hitting that line, now she hit with a fine
I told her clean up, get that shit off your face, I got company coming, now put down the tray
I know that he already coming for yay, but I don't want my business in front of my place
The trap did a whole bunch of numbers today, I could go buy me a Hummer today
Nothing but fifties and hundreds today, and the choppers on deck if you want it today
[Hook]