Snow Tha Product - Tell Em lyrics
Snow Tha Product [Claudia Alexandra Madriz Meza] San José, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Snow Tha Product - Tell Em lyrics]
Tell 'em, tell 'em, tell 'em, tell 'em this
That
Tell 'em, tell 'em, tell 'em, tell 'em this
That tell 'em, tell 'em, tell 'em
Tell 'em this and you can tell 'em that
But, I'm out getting chips
And where the hell you at?
Pockets kinda chunky, call them Campbell's
Deep pockets and y'all looking kinda shallow
So these haters getting mad
Cause they can't get out my shadow
But the product got the weapon
And the posse got the ammo
If you wanna bust a Rambo
I can bust a soprano
Cause the clique stays strapped
Like some Jesus sandals
I'll be this, I'll be that
But don't believe a word of them
'Cause that shit's just as fake as the
Stupid bitch you heard it from
I'm killing game and burgling them
Spitting flames and burning them
These haters don't deserve me, huh
They mad 'cause I be serving them
No time for being worrisome
These haters ain't nothing
And I got a poker face on
But all these bitches bluffing
This chick's hot as an oven
The product's stopping for nothing
I'm popping, locking, and busting
These chickens off and be clucking
So watch me get my duckets
And ride this thing out
Snow Tha Product in this bitch
Whatchu gotta say now?
Tell 'em, tell 'em, tell 'em, tell 'em this
That
Tell 'em, tell 'em, tell 'em, tell 'em this
That tell 'em, tell 'em, tell 'em
Tell 'em this and you can tell 'em that
But, I'm out getting chips
And where the hell you at?
Tell them all that you done met
Me and I'm stuck up
That I ain't ever gon' do shit
And that I'm fucked up
Tell them whatever you want 'cause
I am whats up
And I know that you mad cause you're trash
Dump truck so run your mouth
Tell your buddies that I'm not the shit
But when they get my mixtape and
You not hot as this
You 'bout to watch your friends
Turn around the opposite
Direction as you question how can
They be down with product, bitch
So tell-tell-tell stories just as fake as you
And talk talk talk as much as all haters do
And every time you talk music
Bring my name up, boo
Cause while you talk shit
In your mamma's crib, i'm making moves
So bitter haters make your YouTube comments
Cause, I'm the shit but you're boo boo honest
So let me do me while you do not shit
Money talks but you ain't on the same topic
Tell 'em, tell 'em, tell 'em, tell 'em this
That
Tell 'em, tell 'em, tell 'em, tell 'em this
That tell 'em, tell 'em, tell 'em
Tell 'em this and you can tell 'em that
But, I'm out getting chips
And where the hell you at?
That
Tell 'em, tell 'em, tell 'em, tell 'em this
That tell 'em, tell 'em, tell 'em
Tell 'em this and you can tell 'em that
But, I'm out getting chips
And where the hell you at?
Pockets kinda chunky, call them Campbell's
Deep pockets and y'all looking kinda shallow
So these haters getting mad
Cause they can't get out my shadow
But the product got the weapon
And the posse got the ammo
If you wanna bust a Rambo
I can bust a soprano
Cause the clique stays strapped
Like some Jesus sandals
I'll be this, I'll be that
But don't believe a word of them
'Cause that shit's just as fake as the
Stupid bitch you heard it from
I'm killing game and burgling them
Spitting flames and burning them
These haters don't deserve me, huh
They mad 'cause I be serving them
No time for being worrisome
These haters ain't nothing
And I got a poker face on
But all these bitches bluffing
This chick's hot as an oven
The product's stopping for nothing
I'm popping, locking, and busting
These chickens off and be clucking
So watch me get my duckets
And ride this thing out
Snow Tha Product in this bitch
Whatchu gotta say now?
Tell 'em, tell 'em, tell 'em, tell 'em this
That
Tell 'em, tell 'em, tell 'em, tell 'em this
That tell 'em, tell 'em, tell 'em
Tell 'em this and you can tell 'em that
But, I'm out getting chips
And where the hell you at?
Tell them all that you done met
Me and I'm stuck up
That I ain't ever gon' do shit
And that I'm fucked up
Tell them whatever you want 'cause
I am whats up
And I know that you mad cause you're trash
Dump truck so run your mouth
Tell your buddies that I'm not the shit
But when they get my mixtape and
You not hot as this
You 'bout to watch your friends
Turn around the opposite
Direction as you question how can
They be down with product, bitch
So tell-tell-tell stories just as fake as you
And talk talk talk as much as all haters do
And every time you talk music
Bring my name up, boo
Cause while you talk shit
In your mamma's crib, i'm making moves
So bitter haters make your YouTube comments
Cause, I'm the shit but you're boo boo honest
So let me do me while you do not shit
Money talks but you ain't on the same topic
Tell 'em, tell 'em, tell 'em, tell 'em this
That
Tell 'em, tell 'em, tell 'em, tell 'em this
That tell 'em, tell 'em, tell 'em
Tell 'em this and you can tell 'em that
But, I'm out getting chips
And where the hell you at?