Can’t You Tell Ballout (Ft. Lil Reese & Tadoe)

[Intro: Lil Reese]
This Chicago, nigga
Let's get it, haha
Sosa on the beat
Gang, gang
DJ Bandz, oh, man
Gang, gang
Hello, thank you
Come again
300 shit man, you already know how we rockin'
On foenem, free the guys

[Chorus: Ballout]
Can't you tell I got guap, can't ya tell?
Can't you tell I'm from the block, can't ya tell?
Can't you tell, that this bitch I'm with, bag and shoes Chanel
Can't you tell, by the smell, that this weed is loud as hell
Can't you tell, why my name Ballout, 'cause I like to ball
Shopping malls, I don't even stall, can't you tell at all
Can't you tell why these niggas hating on me, 'cause they fake as hell
Can't you tell, I'm from the mud, If it wasn't for So I'd be in jail
Doing 12, fuck 12
Fuck 12

[Verse 1: Lil Reese]
Can't ya tell I'm from the block, bitch, can't ya tell?
The kush I smoke, it be loud, can't you smell
Niggas bitches, they ain't real, man, they gon' tell
These niggas bitches, they gon' squeal, man, they gon' squeal
My niggas thirsty, yeah they grimey in the field
My niggas itchin' for a body, that's a kill
These niggas bitches, that's they hobby, what's the deal?
I got it on me, I'ma spray this bitch at will
Stop acting like you out here
Niggas ain't out here, nigga, what's the deal?
These niggas ain't real, stop actin' like you out here
Niggas ain't real
If they got something on me tell 'em put the shit on me
I bet I won't squeal
My niggas in the field
064 where shit get real
Folksnem, free the guys