[Lyric] Tellin (Specxfic)

[Chorus]
Yeah, bag on me, feel like a felon, okay
I been making so much bread, no I ain't tellin'
Okay, like why would I tell on you?
You know I ain't tellin
Okay, chop' finna aim at his head, aim at his melon

[Post-Chorus]
I do what I want, yeah, when I want, yeah, how I'm feeling
I feel like a cut, I'm in the cut, and I'm just chilling
I had enough, Wock' in my cup, and I'm just sippin'
I put a rack on your head
I go to bed, my shooters, they drill him

[Verse 1]
She went on her phone the next morning forgot to mention
My shooter be killing niggas forgetting, he got dementia
Tell that nigga he broke as hell need to get his bands up
AMG we pushing, this is not a rental

[Chorus]
Yeah, bag on mе, feel like a felon, okay
I been making so much bread, no I ain't tеllin'
Okay, like why would I tell on you?
You know I ain't tellin
Okay, chop' finna aim at his head, aim at his melon
[Post-Chorus]
I do what I want, yeah, when I want, yeah, how I'm feeling
I feel like a cut, I'm in the cut, and I'm just chilling
I had enough, Wock' in my cup, and I'm just sippin'
I put a rack on your head
I go to bed, my shooters, they drill him

[Chorus]
Yeah, bag on me, feel like a felon, okay
I been making so much bread, no I ain't tellin'
Okay, like why would I tell on you?
You know I ain't tellin
Okay, chop' finna aim at his head, aim at his melon

[Verse 2]
No—
Ew
My nigga kill for the low (huh)
Fuck nigga, where you gon' go? (bleh)
I got your ho on her toes
I got a shooter named Mo
I got a shooter, his name is KB
Indian shoot, his name is Baljeet
I keep a—