[Intro: Lil Reese]
This Chicago, n***a
Let's get it, haha
Sosa on the beat
Gang, gang
DJ Bandz, oh, man
Gang, gang
Hello, thank you
Come again
300 shit man, you already know how we rockin'
On foenem, free the guys

[Chorus: Ballout]
Can't you tell I got guap, can't ya tell?
Can't you tell I'm from the block, can't ya tell?
Can't you tell, that this bitch I'm with, bag and shoes Chanel
Can't you tell, by the smell, that this weed is loud as hell
Can't you tell, why my name Ballout, 'cause I like to ball
Shopping malls, I don't even stall, can't you tell at all
Can't you tell why these n***as hating on me, 'cause they fake as hell
Can't you tell, I'm from the mud, If it wasn't for So I'd be in jail
Doing 12, fuck 12
Fuck 12

[Verse 1: Lil Reese]
Can't ya tell I'm from the block, bitch, can't ya tell?
The kush I smoke, it be loud, can't you smell
N***as bitches, they ain't real, man, they gon' tell
These n***as bitches, they gon' squeal, man, they gon' squeal
My n***as thirsty, yeah they grimey in the field
My n***as itchin' for a body, that's a kill
These n***as bitches, that's they hobby, what's the deal?
I got it on me, I'ma spray this bitch at will
Stop acting like you out here
N***as ain't out here, n***a, what's the deal?
These n***as ain't real, stop actin' like you out here
N***as ain't real
If they got something on me tell 'em put the shit on me
I bet I won't squeal
My n***as in the field
064 where shit get real
Folksnem, free the guys
[Chorus: Ballout]
Can't you tell I got guap, can't ya tell?
Can't you tell I'm from the block, can't ya tell?
Can't you tell, that this bitch I'm with, bag and shoes Chanel
Can't you tell, by the smell, that this weed is loud as hell
Can't you tell, why my name Ballout, 'cause I like to ball
Shopping malls, I don't even stall, can't you tell at all
Can't you tell why these n***as hating on me, 'cause they fake as hell
Can't you tell, I'm from the mud, If it wasn't for So I'd be in jail
Doing 12, fuck 12
Fuck 12

[Verse 2: Tadoe]
Can't you tell I check the bag like these knots
Glo Gang be flexin', boy, he's not
Can't you smell, loud pack is what I sell
If you tell, catch a shell, what I mail
I'm a hitta, catch a body, watch I bail
Can't you tell I got this 30 tucked on me?
Can't you tell I got bout 30 bucks on me?
Walk up in Saks spend bout 30 to get flee
Can't you tell I sell that D up in these streets
Nothin' cheap, I count that money in my sleep
Can you tell that them boys that they don't want no beef, ayy
I got this MAC, it will swarm shit up in the streets
Gratata, gratata, gratata, you better not tweak
[Outro: Ballout]
Can't you tell I got guap, can't ya tell?
Can't you tell I'm from the block, can't ya tell?
Can't you tell, that this bitch I'm with, bag and shoes Chanel
Can't you tell, by the smell, that this weed is loud as hell
Can't ya tell?