Fake Drugs Swag Toof

[Verse 1: Choirboy Dank]
Shit, it's like everything you sayin' for me
Guns, drugs, cash, clothes, the picture you paintin' homie
Shit, I know I'm broke
It's motivation for me
Return of the real, know you was waitin' for me
[?] bitch ain't for decoration only
[?]
Get this poppin' like bacon, homie
You about as thug as Clay Aiken's homies
Scared of your shadow, call you [?]
My mom got more nuts than yo whole crew got
Can't feel these fake thugs like a hologram 2Pac
True talk, been around the block, I paid my dues off
You lost, looking for stripes, don't know the true cost
Too soft, time to wake up and turn the snooze off
Either you can't see yourself or your whole view's off
[?] still hanging from a rooftop
[?] how the fuck a motherfucker too soft?
Ooh stop, you killin' 'em
We gotta make it
God-willing, fam
You ain't heard about 'em? Then let me fill you in
[?]
From where the flow be the motherfucking [?]
You got them drugs, chop chop like a ceiling fan?
We know that's not you, whose swag you stealin' man?
Me and you no synonym, fake gangsters we ain't feelin' them