Ballout – Can't You Tell lyrics

[Intro]
Hello, thank you
Come again

[Hook: Ballout]
Can't you tell I got guap, can't ya tell?
Can't you tell I'm from the block, can't ya tell?
Can't you tell, that this bitch I'm with, bag and shoes Chanel
Can't you tell, by the smell, that this weed is loud as hell
Can't you tell, why my name Ballout, cause I like to ball
Shopping malls, I dont even stall, can't you tell at all
Can't you tell why these niggas hating on me, cause they fake as hell
Can't you tell, I'm from the mud, If it wasn't for so I'd be in jail
Doing 12, Fuck 12
Fuck 12

[Verse 2: Lil Reese]
Can't ya tell I'm from the block bitch can't ya tell?
The kush I smoke, it be loud, can't you smell
Niggas bitches, they ain't 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 what's the deal
I got it on me ima spray this bitch at will
Stop acting like you out here
Niggas ain't out here
Nigga what's the deal
These niggas ain't real
Stop acting like you out here
Niggas ain't real
If they got something on me tell them put the shit on me, I bet I won't squeal
My niggas in the field
064 where shit get real
Free the guys


[Hook]
Can't you tell I got guap, can't ya tell?
Can't you tell I'm from the block, can't ya tell?
Can't you tell, that this bitch I'm with, bag and shoes Chanel
Can't you tell, by the smell, that this weed is loud as hell
Can't you tell, why my name Ballout, cause I like to ball
Shopping malls, I dont even stall, can't you tell at all
Can't you tell why these niggas hating on me, cause they fake as hell
Can't you tell, I'm from the mud, If it wasn't for so I'd be in jail
Doing 12, Fuck 12
Fuck 12

Hello, thank you
Come again

[Verse 3: Tadoe]
Can't you tell I check the bag like these knots
You think he flexing boy he's not
Can't 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
Can't you tell I got this 30 tucked on me
Can't you tell I got bout 30 bucks on me
Walk up in saks spend bout 30 to get flee
Can't you tell I sell that D up in these streets
I count that money in my sleep
Can't you tell that them boys that they don't want no beef
I got this mac it will swarm shit up in the streets
Gratata, Gratata, Gratata, you better not tweak


Can't you tell I got guap, can't ya tell?
Can't you tell I'm from the block, can't ya tell?
Can't you tell, that this bitch I'm with, bag and shoes Chanel
Can't you tell, by the smell, that this weed is loud as hell
Can't ya tell?