Can’t Tell Young Thug (Ft. Boosie Badazz & T.I.)

[Intro: Young Thug]
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah

[Chorus: Young Thug & T.I.]
Niggas say they fuck with you, I can't tell
$500,000 Chevelle (Ayy)
I got bricks and birds for retail (Ayy)
I got 100,000 worth of belts (Racks)
These bitches and these niggas know
That they can't play around here (Yeah)
I call the spot elementary (Yeah)
'Cause I keep a K around here
(Hey, hey, turn it, turn it!) (Yeah)
All my Aces (Ow!) if you play (Yup!)
They make you grady baby (Woo!) (Ah!, woo!)
I might shoot you (Ayy) in your head
And then it's no more thinking
(Thu-thu-thu-thu! Turn up!) (Ayy)
Pussy boy, I'll leave you dead
And call it dedication (No pressure, ayy!) (Woo!)
I put Act inside my drink, they call it medication
(Ayy! My drink medicated) (Hey!)

[Verse 1: T.I.]
Hold up, pull up, roll up, pour up (Po' up)
Ounces in a soda (Woo)
Push up on your bitch and shawty
I didn't even know her (We had a show)
Hey, see this hood I throw up (Yeah)
Realest one I ever seen (Bankhead!)
ATL, call it XXL (What)
'Cause we stay spittin' shells out a long magazine (Grah, bah!)
Real nigga got a crown, better own that thing (What!)
If the game got a throne, bet I'm on that thing (Yup!)
Beloved dope dealer and a well known King
And a killer 'pending how you put your spin on things (Hey, man)
You know how many suckers get ahead I've seen?
'Bout the same amount of pussy niggas dead I've seen (Uh-huh)
You know how many bitches in the bed I've seen? (Uh)
That like askin' me how much bread I've seen (Hmm)
Ayy, more than enough, in God we trust
You love a real niggas then fuck with us
But if you got a problem with it, then fuck with us
It be ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Got your bitch ridin' everything but the bus
She let me put it everywhere but the butt (Hah)
I always tell the bitch don't talk so much (Shh)
She say "Who I'm hidin' from? What the fuck? For what?" (Hey!)