I Told You

[Intro]
Dot, dot, dot
Hit it

[Verse 1: Focus... & Kion Tyree]
I wanna rock right now (Yeah)
Only good vibes in the spot right now (Yeah)
Drink a lot of Hendrick, spark a little Napalm
All my people knowing just how I gets down
Pull up to the spot, got beats by the pound
Couple queens by my side, got my kings all around
Got my favorite DJs dealin' with my sound
Honey got big chop, all these, no crown
To killing old lives, [?] on the brown
Lil' something here for everyone
Hand me to the [?]
Anything with heavy drums
Gotta sync the crowd (Yeah)
Hands in the air, it's a party over here
Mommy sippin' on some liquor that she can't even pronounce (Yeah)
Yeah, we so exclusive, it ain't even out
Just do the [?], mommy, put it in your mouth
Now we're back up in the whip and we taking scenic routes
Top down, baby, you can bring 'em out, let 'em bounce
Yeah, we got class and we gritty
You can see I master the city and I don't stand out for the clout
I'm so New York that I'm New Port for the little Diddy and Pharrell, one time for the South
To show me what love's all about, now I'm back
Westside, 'cause this the best side, hear me out
I'm lovin' that I'm on the wet side of the drought (Yeah-yeah)
I ain't never been a rook, I'm a king
I don't ever need to look, I'm a scene
I don't care how that sound
I don't really need a hook, I don't sing
You could put it in a book, y'know I mean
Nigga, write it all done
And when you done, you can tell Keanu Reeves I'm the one
Yeah, I'm 'bout to go dumb making tons of that money off drums
I'm where I'm at, it don't matter where I'm from (Ooh, wow, Yeah, uh)

[Chorus: Kion Tyree & M. Folmar]
Built yourself up with no tools
They should have mold you, yeah
Movin' like a nigga got no rules
I'm talkin' bicoastal
Bitch, I'm on the coast eatin' Nobu
But to act like I don't know you
Niggas mad 'cause they got no jewels (Check)
I thought I told you

[Verse 2: M. Folmar & Kion Tyree]
First name, last name, Alpha Omega
No backboard when you ho come lay-up
See ya, don't fuck on the first date
But for me she will like Jada
Haters hate on a nigga 'cause I'm in the I, eight, o, eight, like a [?]
Spanish mommy wanna be my baby ma, great
Got my big boy feelin' three-thousand like I'm andre, ayy, ayy (Ayy)
Bad vibes, I'ma cast 'em out
Young god in the buildin' like the pastor's house
No assist when I got your bitch passin' out
She wanna be a rapper tonight
So I took her to the booth, let her spit on my mic
Seven Eleven, she blowin' my dice like Vegas nights
I be shinin', and I'm 'bout that smoke like a shaman
I been out here working doing God's work
Finally figured out how my mind works
Now I been living out my divine purp
They call me a star like converse
Niggas can't fuck with the goal
[?] in your phones
Say a love prayer 'cause I know they're plottin' on the player
And I swear I'll blitz on you anywhere
I'ma a nigga for life, call it NFL
But I'm really in the field (Yeah)
Really got lineman that'll hold the block while I keep it still
Sick nigga, but I don't look ill
I can walk on water, splash in your bitch like a swimmin' drill
From coast to coast I feel like shepherd around them goats
These [?] too grown for you baby
We them niggas out here movin' like the greatest (Ooh, woo, Yeah, uh)

[Chorus: Kion Tyree]
Built yourself up with no tools
They should have mold you, yeah
Movin' like a nigga got no rules
I'm talkin' bicoastal
Bitch, I'm on the coast eatin' Nobu
But to act like I don't know you
Niggas mad 'cause they got no jewels
I thought I told you