Ballout, Tadoe, Lil Reese - Can't You Tell lyrics

This Chicago, nigga let's get it, haha
Sosa on the beat gang, gang
DJ Bandz, oh, man gang, gang
Hello, thank you come again
300 shit man, you already know how we rockin'
On foenem, free the guys

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 don't 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

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, that's a kill
These niggas bitches, that's they hobby
What's the deal?
I got it on me, I'ma 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 actin' like you out here
Niggas ain't real
If they got something on me tell
'em put the shit on me i bet I won't squeal
My niggas in the field
064 where shit get real
Folksnem, free the guys

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 don't 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

Can't you tell I check the
Bag like these knots
Glo Gang be flexin', boy, he's not
Can't you smell, loud pack is what I sell
If you tell, catch a shell, what I mail
I'm 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
Nothin' cheap, I count that money in my sleep
Can you tell that them boys that
They don't want no beef, ayy
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?