Tell 'Em

[Hook: Uncle Phil & Indie Thot] Yea we on some other shit Them niggas you ain't fucking with Tell them haters suck a dick Tell them haters suck a dick They be all in love with it We flyer than the mother ship Tell them haters suck a dick Tell them haters suck a dick [Verse 1: Indie Thot] I'm too cold, yall too slow You niggas sweet like glucose They just mad cuz they ain't rolling nothing like my crew rolls We roll up like fruit rolls Got soul like shoe stores And we got dough, blowing pot smoke Make it rain bring a poncho My wallets like a Webster I'm in this lab like I'm Dexter We killin beats so you better Tell them niggas bring a stretcher Nigga fess up, we the best in the West Got a superhero flow with a S on my chest But please, rest assured If these rappers sick then I carry the cure See all these labels gonna put me on tour Then all these ladies ask for an encore Then all these haters be hating of course I pay them no mind just follow my course Cuz, we currently getting this currency Making dope shit out of courtesy Flow like a current of circuitry [Hook: Uncle Phil & Indie Thot] Yea we on some other shit Them niggas you ain't fucking with Tell them haters suck a dick Tell them haters suck a dick They be all in love with it We flyer than the mother ship Tell them haters suck a dick Tell them haters suck a dick [Verse 2: Opie Slouch] I spit game to perfection My flow is dope inject it Yo bitch is in my section And she trying to get that sexing Cuz she already know ol' boy got good And anywhere I go I rep my hood It's Riv City bitch (bitch) You ain't fuckin with that shit (shit) All these bitches they love my dick Got so much soul it'll make you sick You should probably get some Theraful My flow will fuckin' embarrass you Ain't no doubt on that I'm just laying out the fact I'm Gettin the hoes, cause of these sounds If I got weed then I'm breaking it (down, down, down) Rolling it up, smokin on loud they knowing whats up (smokes blunt) Chiefin' out ya speakers I date hoes that stay in heels and I only stay in sneakers I'm daydreaming off that reefa I could barely see through my peepers That's that uhh [Hook: Uncle Phil & Indie Thot] Yea we on some other shit Them niggas you ain't fucking with Tell them haters suck a dick Tell them haters suck a dick They be all in love with it We flyer than the mother ship Tell them haters suck a dick Tell them haters suck a dick [Verse 3: Lil' Ant] Uhh I'm on my occupation, and still these niggas hatin But I'm still on my grind and I ain't even skating I'm getting dead presidents but not them Ronald Reagan's I'm blowing on medicinal but I'm not a patient Fuck what a nigga think, I'm all about my green Treat your bitch like a rookie put her on the team I'm living life in the mothafuckin fast lane Married to the money, it got my last name Imma be here for a while so you niggas face it Niggas hate me cuz I fucked they bitch or they just racist Niggas claim they getting money but they puttin up a front Cuz when its time to roll one up they can't even put in on the blunt Bitch! Hoe ass nigga! Fuck ya'll niggas cuz!