Telling It All
    (专辑: Two Zero One Seven - 2017)
    
    Running to the 
cheese lil' nigga I 
ain't fucking round  Them hit-men with me lil' nigga they will hunt you down  Sosa was never 'bout that life how the 
fuck you sound  Put the 
red dot on your nose you's a 
fucking close   I'm in the 
foreign ass truck at the 
stoplight  We leave your ass left if you not right  I'm in traffic, pull up and steal your spotlight  Red insides, white out, that's a 
stop sign  And the 
truck look like a 
dump cause its sitting tall  Break his ankles, take the 
shot, ball nigga ball  Gucci jackets both pockets filled with it all  And these diamonds and my jewelry telling it all   I 
hit Gucci just to stunt  I 
just poured me up a 
cup  I've been in it since a 
pup  I'm gonna get it wish me luck  We in that tinted car you fucked  Nah in Tunechis voice you trucked  Rolling dope up like a 
cluck  So much dope it got me stuck  I 
swear I 
be high as fuck  In the 
mall just buying stuff  Ring me up I'm cashin out  Ain't with all that trying stuff  And I 
got that iron tucked  I 
just started charging up  Ain't with all the 
fussing stuff  In that vrrrrm cutting up   I'm in the 
foreign ass truck at the 
stoplight  We leave your ass left if you not right  I'm in traffic, pull up and steal your spotlight  Red insides, white out, that's a 
stop sign  And the 
truck look like a 
dump cause its sitting tall  Break his ankles, take the 
shot, ball nigga ball  Gucci jackets both pockets filled with it all  And these diamonds and my jewelry telling it all   I'm in the 
diamond, district kicking big shit  Bank roll, on me, popping big shit  Me and the 
crew, in your city we got big sticks  Big TV, middle toilet I 
take big shits  I 
had your bitch, in my office now she dismissed  No attention, especially when she throwing big fits  Forty pointers, and a 
watch that's that big shit  A 
couple shows, my pockets fatter than a 
big bitch  Whole pint, now I 
gotta take a 
big piss  Triple A, I 
always got a-fucking-ssistance  Peter Parker, I 
always knew I 
had a 
sixth sense  And the 
opps, is always on my fucking hit-list   I'm in the 
foreign ass truck at the 
stoplight  We leave your ass left if you not right  I'm in traffic, pull up and steal your spotlight  Red insides, white out, that's a 
stop sign  And the 
truck look like a 
dump cause its sitting tall  Break his ankles, take the 
shot, ball nigga ball  Gucci jackets both pockets filled with it all  And these diamonds and my jewelry telling it all