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Cant you tell I got guap, cant ya tell?
Cant you tell Im from the block, cant ya tell?
Cant you tell, that this bitch Im with, bag and shoes Chanel
Cant you tell, by the smell, that this weed is loud as hell
Cant you tell, why my name Ballout, cause I like to ball
Shopping malls, I dont even stall, cant you tell at all
Cant you tell why these niggas hating on me, cause they fake as hell
Cant you tell, Im from the mud, If it wasnt for So Id be in jail
Doing 12, Fuck 12
Fuck 12
Cant ya tell Im from the block bitch cant ya tell?
The kush I smoke, it be loud, cant you smell
Niggas bitches, they aint real man they gon tell
These niggas bitches, they gon squeal man, they gon squeal
My niggas thirsty, yeah they grimey in the field
My niggas itchin for a body, thats a kill
These niggas bitches thats they hobby whats the deal
I got it on me ima spray this bitch at will
Stop acting like you out here
Niggas aint out here
Nigga whats the deal
These niggas aint real
Stop acting like you out here
Niggas aint real
If they got something on me tell them put the shit on me, I bet I wont squeal
My niggas in the field
064 where shit get real
Free the guys
Cant you tell I got guap, cant ya tell?
Cant you tell Im from the block, cant ya tell?
Cant you tell, that this bitch Im with, bag and shoes Chanel
Cant you tell, by the smell, that this weed is loud as hell
Cant you tell, why my name Ballout, cause I like to ball
Shopping malls, I dont even stall, cant you tell at all
Cant you tell why these niggas hating on me, cause they fake as hell
Cant you tell, Im from the mud, If it wasnt for So Id be in jail
Doing 12, Fuck 12
Fuck 12
Cant you tell I check the bag like these knots
You think he flexing boy hes not
Cant you smell, loud pack is what I sell
If you tell, catch a shell, what I mail
Im a hitta catch a body watch I bail
Cant you tell I got this 30 tucked on me
Cant you tell I got bout 30 bucks on me
Walk up in saks spend bout 30 to get flee
Cant you tell I sell that D up in these streets
I count that money in my sleep
Cant you tell that them boys that they dont want no beef
I got this mac it will swarm shit up in the streets
Gratata, Gratata, Gratata, you better not tweak
Cant you tell I got guap, cant ya tell?
Cant you tell Im from the block, cant ya tell?
Cant you tell, that this bitch Im with, bag and shoes Chanel
Cant you tell, by the smell, that this weed is loud as hell
Cant ya tell?