Tell Stories (Interlude) - Amir Obè

I don’t do interviews, Lord

Look like I’m giving you enough

Stories that you living through, yeah

Ain’t really adding up to much

Gucci, Versace bragging about the Louis

Got the gas, ashing in the cut

Asking ‘bout the past

Asking 'bout the last

Girl I fucked, yeah

That’s too much to ask

I just went and copped the half

OG stinking out the bag

OG press him for the pass

Passing through from the back

I ain’t tryna tell stories

I been countin' all morning

Spilling feelings, let you air it out

I don’t care what you care about

I’m just tryna chill, fuck the camera

Good girls turn to dancers

Hit you with a dab, dab, dab, dab

Asking questions, I don’t answer

They gon' hit me for the favor

Bad bitches need a savior

Hit you with a dab, dab, dab, dab

Leave no liquor for the chaser

Spilling liquor on the sinks

I been filling up the safe

Ain’t no tint up on the Wraith

Let these bitches see my face

Golden child in the projects

Groupies talking all the nonsense

Kicking women out the studio

Hoes be fucking up the process

This ain’t the time and the place

Flooded the time and face

Telling them lies out the face

Fuck hoe, get up out my way

I ain’t tryna tell stories

I been countin' all morning

Spilling feelings, let you air it out

I don’t care what you care about

I’m just tryna chill, fuck the camera

Good girls turn to dancers

Hit you with a dab, dab, dab, dab

Asking questions, I don’t answer

They gon' hit me for the favor

Bad bitches need a savior

Hit you with a dab, dab, dab, dab

Leave no liquor for the chaser