Count Bass D – I Can't Tell lyrics

God damn!

Nobody cares about your birthday week
Abbreviations ain't sexy when you text me
Another day, another selfie
You say that niggas is thirsty?
I can't tell
They shoot a shot off your thirst trap
Ugly niggas ain't for the friend zone
Been assaulted by the salt that they throw
Emotional strength of ten men
Been tested, time and again
I've been asked how I let so much shit slide
Aware for much less, many men have died
Front like I forgive, to forget would be a lie
They only follow me to be my ex's spy
I can't tell
Proven trendsetter, if you was better, you could get her
Et cetera, et cetera, in the same damn 'Lo sweater

I'ma call one nigga out in particular
And nigga, you know who I'm talkin' about
You know who I'm talkin' about, nigga!
I can't tell

Low-down Loretta Brown, say your own damn name
Unapologetically manspread and 'splain
Stand up when I piss with no guilt or shame
A leader shares the praise, never the blame
Being well endowed ain't that much of a big deal
If they taught you about money in school, nobody would take out
A loan to go to college
I don't always write the first line first
Calculated risk, the definition of trust
It don't matter which party you roll with
You gotta admit, part of your time, they on some bullshit
You can't tell I'm not the one to fuck with?
Most consistent with the ill shit
I can't tell

I can't tell
God damn!
... 'cause you blew up, and the world knows that now