Husayn - Gotta Tell Lyrics

Gotta tell how a n***a love da guala
Heavy swell bruises juss to get dat guala
Gotta tell, issa spell, fiend for dat guala
Countin’ bags bags bags I just buy I don’t want to
Wrist froze wrist white like ice
Cheddar grown mold I don’t check the f****n price
Tons of blunts rolled I’m my own plug for life
Bankrolls, bricks, G’s come to light
See me skrt off Benz Benz Benz
B***h I criss-crossed all my exes usin’ pens
I don’t take loss I still get to f**k your friends
Got a big box full o’ Richard Mille thangs
Spend that money fast I be spendin’ n***a
Flyin’ first class, window fuck the middle
Little blunt ash smokin on a missile
Elevated sex n***a have yo’ ever
Came wid benefits had to give a little
Times I reminesced havin’ juss a little
Tries and tries I miss felt like Bosh like Chris
Improvised a trick b***h I cracked the riddle
Gotta tell how a n***a love da guala
Heavy swell bruises juss to get dat guala
Gotta tell, issa spell, fiend for dat guala
Countin’ bags bags bags I just buy I don’t want to
Wrist froze wrist white like ice
Cheddar grown mold I don’t check the f****n price
Tons of blunts rolled I’m my own plug for life
Bankrolls, bricks, G’s come to light
Now I’m up here stackin bricks (Stackin’ bricks, Stackin’ bricks)
Black shakespeare wid da hits (Widda hits, Widda hits)
Doin’ doughnuts in a bliss
Started 0 end with six (Figures)
N***a hands down im a f*****g legend
Manny Pacquiao 60-4 neglected
Aint no L’s juss the dubs im respected
Aint no rings I just bought a necklace
Look at all dez hoes all dez hoes all dez hoes
She da busty she petite think dats yo girl by the door
She gon’ spend da night wid me I’ma get’er back tommorow
I juss met her down da street could’ve sworn dat she a whore
Damn I know the technique
How she speak, all her streaks
How she tryna bend down make dat booty talk to me
N***a b******s finna drown when I pull up wid dat heat
I’m a m***********g clown du Soleil I’ma eat
Gotta tell how a n***a love da guala
Heavy swell bruises juss to get dat guala
Gotta tell, issa spell, fiend for dat guala
Countin’ bags bags bags I just buy I don’t want to
Wrist froze wrist white like ice
Cheddar grown mold I don’t check the f****n price
Tons of blunts rolled I’m my own plug for life
Bankrolls, bricks, G’s come to light

Gotta tell how a n***a love da guala
Heavy swell bruises juss to get dat guala
Gotta tell, issa spell, fiend for dat guala
Countin’ bags bags bags I just buy I don’t want to
Wrist froze wrist white like ice
Cheddar grown mold I don’t check the f****n price
Tons of blunts rolled I’m my own plug for life
Bankrolls, bricks, G’s come to light
See me skrt off Benz Benz Benz
B***h I criss-crossed all my exes usin’ pens
I don’t take loss I still get to f**k your friends
Got a big box full o’ Richard Mille thangs
Spend that money fast I be spendin’ n***a
Flyin’ first class, window fuck the middle
Little blunt ash smokin on a missile
Elevated sex n***a have yo’ ever
Came wid benefits had to give a little
Times I reminesced havin’ juss a little
Tries and tries I miss felt like Bosh like Chris
Improvised a trick b***h I cracked the riddle
Gotta tell how a n***a love da guala
Heavy swell bruises juss to get dat guala
Gotta tell, issa spell, fiend for dat guala
Countin’ bags bags bags I just buy I don’t want to
Wrist froze wrist white like ice
Cheddar grown mold I don’t check the f****n price
Tons of blunts rolled I’m my own plug for life
Bankrolls, bricks, G’s come to light
Now I’m up here stackin bricks (Stackin’ bricks, Stackin’ bricks)
Black shakespeare wid da hits (Widda hits, Widda hits)
Doin’ doughnuts in a bliss
Started 0 end with six (Figures)
N***a hands down im a f*****g legend
Manny Pacquiao 60-4 neglected
Aint no L’s juss the dubs im respected
Aint no rings I just bought a necklace
Look at all dez hoes all dez hoes all dez hoes
She da busty she petite think dats yo girl by the door
She gon’ spend da night wid me I’ma get’er back tommorow
I juss met her down da street could’ve sworn dat she a whore
Damn I know the technique
How she speak, all her streaks
How she tryna bend down make dat booty talk to me
N***a b******s finna drown when I pull up wid dat heat
I’m a m***********g clown du Soleil I’ma eat
Gotta tell how a n***a love da guala
Heavy swell bruises juss to get dat guala
Gotta tell, issa spell, fiend for dat guala
Countin’ bags bags bags I just buy I don’t want to
Wrist froze wrist white like ice
Cheddar grown mold I don’t check the f****n price
Tons of blunts rolled I’m my own plug for life
Bankrolls, bricks, G’s come to light