Lil Mexico – No Tellin'
Genre Rap, Trap

LYRIC
No Tellin'

Intro

[Damn, Clemsy, you snapped on this one
[Ayy, Wavyb0i
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

Chorus

Homicides, it ain't no tellin'
We go slide, it ain't no tellin'
My lil' bro a convicted felon
Still be ridin' 'round with that weapon
If I ain't never start this rap shit, where would I be? Ain't no tellin'
Let that lil' bitch suck the dick, she gon' get cut off if she tellin'
And I see that that boy pussy, I can smell him
We get bags and we gon' mail 'em
I got people still dependin' on me and I cannot fail 'em
Couldn't beat the case, they tried to pin it on me, thank God for the blеssing
Lost it all and they went missing on me, thankful for thе lesson

Verse 1

Pump your brakes, play it safe
I don't want you in my face
You got a gun, I got a gun, yours ain't the only one they make
Glocks and Dracs, what's the hate?
Had to rob, had to take
But ain't crossed no one I love, it ain't a bone inside me fake
When you see me with some slimes the only time I hang with snakes
I won't talk down on nobody hurtin', been in the same place [On God
My dog know he ever hurtin', then I'm just a call away
I done did some shit I can't take back, just talk to God and pray

Chorus

Homicides, it ain't no tellin'
We go slide, it ain't no tellin'
My lil' bro a convicted felon
Still be ridin' 'round with that weapon
If I ain't never start this rap shit, where would I be? Ain't no tellin'
Let that lil' bitch suck the dick, she gon' get cut off if she tellin'
And I see that that boy pussy, I can smell him
We get bags and we gon' mail 'em
I got people still dependin' on me and I cannot fail 'em
Couldn't beat the case, they tried to pin it on me, thank God for the blessing
Lost it all and they went missing on me, thankful for the lesson

Verse 2

Ain't no tellin', ain't no talkin', keep your mouth closed since you gangster
Don't think it ain't on me, know I keep a banger
Got caught and he singing, he turned to a singer
You take from me, boy, I'ma cut off your finger
Say what we did, I'ma cut off your tongue
They pick me up, you know I'ma play dumb
We scream out, "Murder," 'round here where I'm from
Young nigga thuggin', he clutchin', mean-muggin', but they ain't on nothin'
Got all these guns, but they triggers is rusty
I'm like a Russian, I up it, I'm bustin'
It ain't no bitch that I'm trustin'
It ain't no bitch that I'm cuffin'
Cut that ho off if she tellin' we fuckin'
Goddamn, they put up his paperwork, that nigga bluffin' [Bitch-ass]

Chorus

Homicides, it ain't no tellin'
We go slide, it ain't no tellin'
My lil' bro a convicted felon
Still be ridin' 'round with that weapon
If I ain't never start this rap shit, where would I be? Ain't no tellin'
Let that lil' bitch suck the dick, she gon' get cut off if she tellin'
And I see that that boy pussy, I can smell him
We get bags and we gon' mail 'em
I got people still dependin' on me and I cannot fail 'em
Couldn't beat the case, they tried to pin it on me, thank God for the blessing
Lost it all and they went missing on me, thankful for the lesson

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