Tell Em - Snow Tha Product

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 I’m 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 click 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, because they mad I’m serving them

No time for being worrisome, these haters ain’t nothing

And I got a poker face with all these bitches bluffing

This chick’s hot as an oven, the product stopping for nothing

I’m popping, locking, and busting, these chickens off and be clucking

So watch me get my dumb kids and ride this thing out

Snow tha product’s 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 letting me in and that I’m stuck up

That I ain’t ever going to 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’re not hot as this

You about 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 just as much as all haters do

And every time you talk music, bring my name up, boo

Cause every time you talk shit I’m your mamma’s crib, I’m making loot

So bitter haters make your YouTube comments

Cause I’m the shit and your boo boo honest

So let me do me while you do not shit

Money talks but you ain’t even 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?