[intro: travis scott]
I can tell
[chorus: travis scott]
I can tell, baby, i can tell
Ooh, i can tell, baby, i can tell
You ain't told no tales, you ain't told no tales
Yeah, gone out of your way, you know we can tell
Yeah, i can tell, baby, i can tell
I can tell, baby, i can tell
I can tell, baby, i can tell
I can tell
[verse 1: travis scott]
I can tell by the night tales and the dry spells
All the wrong ones and the right things to stay away from
And how we took off and how we on top
And how we won't fall, how we goin' up
Or how we came up, or how we came up
It all started in the basement
Was an attic, but we called that shit the basement
Bass used to break all my mama vases
Unc' shot my first 8, then, nigga, i probably weren't eight then
Always had the gas like i broke wind
They said my way of makin' dollars never made sense
Come take a dive, a waterfall in the deep end
I can tell you 'bout the nights out in fort bend
[chorus: travis scott]
I can tell, baby, i can tell
I can tell, baby, i can tell
Yeah, you ain't told no tales, you don't—, mm
I can tell, baby, i can tell
I can tell, baby, i can tell
I can tell, baby, i can tell
I can tell, baby, i can tell (yeah)
No, you don't tell, yeah (yeah)
[verse 2: travis scott]
Yeah, i can tell 'bout the night tales
And all the dry wells, and all the long roads
And all my ideas before the cornrows (straight up)
How we came up and how we came down
Goin' donuts, coffee couldn't help now (la flame)
How we zoned out? made it out the hood now
And what it do when they wanna be your friend now? (oh, no)
How to get it, how to live and get it in now?
How to go from scrapin' profits, makin' his demand now?
I been impulsive, non-emotional, stayin' humble 'bout it (yeah)
Tilt the posture, sick, pass the bottle (yeah)
504 hot boyz, minus the bad rap like silkk the shocker (yeah)
But i'ma pull up the silk, to shock her with the silk
Nigga, you know i been a rocker, drippin' milk and knockers
Take it up another notcher, take it up another notcher (doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot)
I top a—, pop a pill, pop a seal to forget about ya
I'll bumbaclot you, bumba—bumba—blocka shot ya (brrah-brrah-brrah-brrah-brrah)
Bling-and-bang-a, bang a rapper, bangarang, i brought my money back, orangutan
Diamonds hangin' on my nang-a-lang (doot-doot-doot-doot-doot)
Bitches hangin' on my dang-a-lang (straight up), yeah
[chorus 1: travis scott]
I can tell, baby, i can tell (yeah-ayy-ah)
I can tell, baby, i can tell (yeah-ayy-ah)
Yeah, you ain't got no tales, you ain't—, mmm (oh-ayy, oh-ayy, oh-ayy, oh-ayy, oh-ayy)
I can tell, baby (woo), i can tell (hoo-hoo)
I can tell, baby, i can tell (how 'bout i come over there?)
I can tell, baby, i can tell (all of them bitches can tell)
I can tell, baby, i can tell (all of them bitches can tell)
No, you don't tell, yeah
[chorus 2: young thug]
Drank, take a lil' sip of that act (blow it)
Flood all my bitches in that (that way)
I'm in the projects without pat (ayy)
My jewelry leave 'em blind like bats (bling)
Diamonds for her in the back (blaow)
Hit that lil' bitch from the back, she stacked (what?)
Ask me like how i do that? (what?)
Pop a lil' xan and relax (yeah)
About my racks, you get whacked (pew pew pew pew)
If he got racks, he get taxed (pew pew pew)
Five, four, three, two, one, attack (go)
Bitch, all of my whoadies hit that
Pussy nigga, they some rats (what?)
He swung on my pockets, they fat, no catch
But all my bitches they brats (brats)
Pop a lil' perky, relax (turn up, turn up)
[verse 3: young thug]
I'ma wake up for somethin'
I fell in love with nothin' (yeah)
Bitches, they do it for me
Stuck on me, gluin' somethin' (yeah)
Patrick swayze, swayze, swayze, save me
All my bitches get it, never lazy (yeahhh...)
All my pockets full like they pregnant (ahh...)
Y'all niggas still hatin' (yeah... sheesh!)
Dice in the middle
I'ma shoot it with precise in the building (yeah)
Fuck that bitch because she likin' my rhythm (ayy)
White on her head, i got lice in the buildin' (ayy)
Lil' mama ready, she tyson, go get her (woah)
I can't complain, i got ice in my bezel (ayy)
I'm not racist, i got white in my bentley (hey)
Caught a rabbit, it was ice all up in it (ayy)
Hell yeah (yeah, yeah)
Call me mister mister porsche (yeah)
Pockets swole with no abortion (yeah)
I sleep soft, i'm never snorin' (yeah)
Talk to bitches when i'm borin' (yeah)
Your money little like a yorkie
I open your head up with a forty (fah)
I think i'm gettin' back to the old me (hmm)
Yeah, i'm gettin' back to the old me
[chorus 2: young thug & travis scott]
Drank take a lil' sip of that act (blow it)
Flood all my bitches in that (that way)
I'm in the projects without pat (ayy)
My jewelry leave 'em blind like bats (bling)
Diamonds for her in the back (blaow)
Hit that lil' bitch from the back, she stacked (what?)
Ask me like how i do that? (what?)
Pop a lil' xan and relax (yeah)
About my racks, you get whacked (i can tell, baby, i can tell)
If he got racks, he get taxed
Five, four, three, two, one, attack (i can tell, baby, i can tell)
Bitch, all of my whoadies hit that
Pussy nigga, they some rats (i can tell, baby, i can tell)
He swung on my pockets, they fat, no catch
But all my bitches they brats (no, you don't tell, yeah)
Pop a lil' perky, relax (turn up, turn up)
[outro: young thug]
These niggas up to something
Turn up, turn up
These niggas up to something