No Tellin' - Blac Youngsta

Know them niggas tryna come and kill me

If I die, I’ma die a don (Yeah)

I got two seats in the Lam'

I got four seats in the Don

I can only fit six people

Ain’t no tellin', bro, where we goin'

No tellin', yeah

If I go to jail, I’ma kill my celly, yeah

I’ma get thug life tatted on my belly, yeah

Every time we take out an opp, we drop confetti, yeah

No tellin', yeah

Grandma stressed out 'cause the bills due

When you goin' through it, they don’t feel you

Put you in interrogation, drill you

When you comin' up, they wanna kill you

Got a lot of home boys dead and gone

I’m the realest nigga they done lived through

Feds, fuck them, I was talkin' on the phone

They was tryna investigate the real you

I can’t lie, when I first came in

I was tryna buy some work for the ten

Then I went from a Honda to a Benz

Money, it’ll turn your foes to your friends

I got thirty-two choppers in my van

I know God won’t forgive me for my sin

I’ll go to war with them niggas again

I’ll put a hollow tip in your chin

I got war wounds on my arms (Yeah)

I got footprints on my lungs (Yeah)

Know them niggas tryna come and kill me

If I die, I’ma die a don (Yeah)

I got two seats in the Lam'

I got four seats in the Don

I can only fit six people

Ain’t no tellin', bro, where we goin'

No tellin', yeah

If I go to jail, I’ma kill my celly, yeah

I’ma get thug life tatted on my belly, yeah

Every time we take out an opp, we drop confetti, yeah

No tellin', yeah

Truth be told, since a nigga got rich

Everybody, they done changed on me (Yeah)

Truth be told, since a nigga fucked your bitch

It ain’t really been the same, homie (Yeah)

Truth be told, when you go and hit a mission

You ain’t gotta take the gang, homie (No)

Truth be told, everybody that you takin' with you probably might sing on you

Be careful who you send a hit through

Be careful who you send your bitch to

Be careful who you put your life on the line for, 'cause they won’t miss you

The same bitch you got money with

The same bitch that’ll diss you

When you broke as fuck, they’ll tear you down

When you come up, they’ll assist you

I got war wounds on my arms (Yeah)

I got footprints on my lungs (Yeah)

Know them niggas tryna come and kill me

If I die, I’ma die a don (Yeah)

I got two seats in the Lam'

I got four seats in the Don

I can only fit six people

Ain’t no tellin', bro, where we goin'

No tellin', yeah

If I go to jail, I’ma kill my celly, yeah

I’ma get thug life tatted on my belly, yeah

Every time we take out an opp, we drop confetti, yeah

No tellin', yeah