CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Carolina Blue
[Intro]
(Tell No Heart Im Finna Get In My Fuckin Mode)
Ayy
[Verse 1: BIGBABYGUCCI]
Fuck the judge, my niggas know I never told (I never tell)
Side bitch do my laundry, I could never fold (I don't do that shit)
Stripper bitch out in Miami always keep the pole (Ayy, thick bitch, huh)
We doin' walk-downs, drive-by's, we don't care if we leave him cold (Ayy, ayy)
[Verse 2: 10cellphones]
Just went with GUCCI, totin' sticks, no we can't trust a soul (Hell no)
I don't tote no Taurus, Five-seveN and we pull up four (Pull up)
All this street shit in my blood, I can't help it, it's just how I'm born (I can't help it)
This drug shit gettin' boring, I been up since yesterday morning (Goddamn)
[Verse 3: BIGBABYGUCCI]
I pull up with that shit, um (That shit, um), they know I'm important (Yeah)
My junkie, he got big bands, he buyin' dope like every morning (Ayy, ayy, man)
I'm layin' with a Baby 'K, they got me so scarred (So scarred)
This choppa paint a nigga up and down, I turnt him to art (Hoo-rah)
[Verse 4: 10cellphones]
I had to call that lil' bitch a Uber 'cause she got no car (No car)
Countin' racks in the kitchen man, it's crazy I was piss-poor (Cashin' out)
Now I fuck around and spend a band in the shoe store (Oh, God)
Bathing Ape with Supreme and Dior, this from New York (New York)
Are you mad 'cause you down? Fuck nigga, you should do more (Do more)
Put you up to ten-piece and I put that shit on, no heart (No heart)
Lil' bitch say I'm funny, I am not no damn Kevin Hart (Hell no)
Lil' baby eat me up without a question, I'm a damn star (I'm a star)
[Verse 5: BIGBABYGUCCI]
Spent a rack on shoes, D-Dior, ain't no Ed Hardy (Yeah, yeah)
All these pussy niggas be hangin' out, it's a fed party (Uh-huh, fed party)
Why these niggas be talkin' on this Rick? They still owe me money (Huh, yeah)
I'ma come down wit' a real accurate stick, ain't no point to running (Huh, yeah)
I'ma beat the block like Zaytoven
I do not say too much 'cause I still got some cases open (Shh)
Might poke her face, can't have no ties, I got that ace on me (Yeah)
I still remember when they tried to move that weight on me (Uh)
But I came back and got them Timbs then I stepped on 'em (Huh, yeah, I stepped on 'em)
5.56, it look like Jesus done wept on 'em (5.56, yeah)
Shooters encrypted, they like raccoons the way they crept on 'em
I got me a check, no, I'm not Quan but I'm lil' rich homie, ya dig? (Ayy, ayy, yeah, ayy)
(Tell No Heart Im Finna Get In My Fuckin Mode)
Ayy
[Verse 1: BIGBABYGUCCI]
Fuck the judge, my niggas know I never told (I never tell)
Side bitch do my laundry, I could never fold (I don't do that shit)
Stripper bitch out in Miami always keep the pole (Ayy, thick bitch, huh)
We doin' walk-downs, drive-by's, we don't care if we leave him cold (Ayy, ayy)
[Verse 2: 10cellphones]
Just went with GUCCI, totin' sticks, no we can't trust a soul (Hell no)
I don't tote no Taurus, Five-seveN and we pull up four (Pull up)
All this street shit in my blood, I can't help it, it's just how I'm born (I can't help it)
This drug shit gettin' boring, I been up since yesterday morning (Goddamn)
[Verse 3: BIGBABYGUCCI]
I pull up with that shit, um (That shit, um), they know I'm important (Yeah)
My junkie, he got big bands, he buyin' dope like every morning (Ayy, ayy, man)
I'm layin' with a Baby 'K, they got me so scarred (So scarred)
This choppa paint a nigga up and down, I turnt him to art (Hoo-rah)
[Verse 4: 10cellphones]
I had to call that lil' bitch a Uber 'cause she got no car (No car)
Countin' racks in the kitchen man, it's crazy I was piss-poor (Cashin' out)
Now I fuck around and spend a band in the shoe store (Oh, God)
Bathing Ape with Supreme and Dior, this from New York (New York)
Are you mad 'cause you down? Fuck nigga, you should do more (Do more)
Put you up to ten-piece and I put that shit on, no heart (No heart)
Lil' bitch say I'm funny, I am not no damn Kevin Hart (Hell no)
Lil' baby eat me up without a question, I'm a damn star (I'm a star)
[Verse 5: BIGBABYGUCCI]
Spent a rack on shoes, D-Dior, ain't no Ed Hardy (Yeah, yeah)
All these pussy niggas be hangin' out, it's a fed party (Uh-huh, fed party)
Why these niggas be talkin' on this Rick? They still owe me money (Huh, yeah)
I'ma come down wit' a real accurate stick, ain't no point to running (Huh, yeah)
I'ma beat the block like Zaytoven
I do not say too much 'cause I still got some cases open (Shh)
Might poke her face, can't have no ties, I got that ace on me (Yeah)
I still remember when they tried to move that weight on me (Uh)
But I came back and got them Timbs then I stepped on 'em (Huh, yeah, I stepped on 'em)
5.56, it look like Jesus done wept on 'em (5.56, yeah)
Shooters encrypted, they like raccoons the way they crept on 'em
I got me a check, no, I'm not Quan but I'm lil' rich homie, ya dig? (Ayy, ayy, yeah, ayy)
