[Intro]
(Ooh shit, that's a Danny G beat)
(WhatUpNolan)
(Make-believe)
[Verse 1: YSR Loski]
The shit you niggas rappin' 'bout be make believe
I just cut a nigga drank with some—, I'm finna make a three
I done sold bro two different Percs, he tryna go to sleep
Then fucked a rat bitch in bro bed, he gotta change the sheets
Bro gangster, he'll get on a nigga in front the police
We hit a left, and got flicked by the staties, we had four heats
Why you rappin' 'bout a shootout? Nigga, you ain't been in no beef
I will not eat that freak bitch pussy, she got roast beef
I done whipped out and emptiеd a nigga pockets, he had no cheese
[Verse 2: Clean Up Man]
I donе did some bullshit, I had to toss the heat
If you ain't never popped shit, don't talk to me
These boys don't never be on shit, how you offin' me?
Tweaked the fuck out in this bitch, nigga, don't even talk to me
I ain't gon' lie, you can't slide on the opps if you ain't walk with me
[Verse 3: KrispyLife Kidd]
Fuck it, I'm finna shoot him, go'n and chalk him down
I paid a lot for these shoes, I'm finna walk him down
Fifteen hundred for these V— alright, I'm finna walk him out
Chopper knock the guts out a nigga, a broken Black & Mild
When you come around, the hoes get kinda nervous
Why the fuck you in the trap if you ain't even servin'?
I really love the chicken, fuck it, I'm moving to Church's
I'm plugged in with the pastor, we movin' through churches
My young nigga caught a body 'fore he wrote in cursive
Get away with that bullshit, I'm too smooth, Jergens
Huh, hundred Bloods get to movin' shit
He with the other side, fuck religion, get a Muslim hit
Leavin' the game, start a shootout and get E-Cooper hit
Don't get it twisted, put this bitch down and get to bruisin' shit
(Ooh shit, that's a Danny G beat)
(WhatUpNolan)
(Make-believe)
[Verse 1: YSR Loski]
The shit you niggas rappin' 'bout be make believe
I just cut a nigga drank with some—, I'm finna make a three
I done sold bro two different Percs, he tryna go to sleep
Then fucked a rat bitch in bro bed, he gotta change the sheets
Bro gangster, he'll get on a nigga in front the police
We hit a left, and got flicked by the staties, we had four heats
Why you rappin' 'bout a shootout? Nigga, you ain't been in no beef
I will not eat that freak bitch pussy, she got roast beef
I done whipped out and emptiеd a nigga pockets, he had no cheese
[Verse 2: Clean Up Man]
I donе did some bullshit, I had to toss the heat
If you ain't never popped shit, don't talk to me
These boys don't never be on shit, how you offin' me?
Tweaked the fuck out in this bitch, nigga, don't even talk to me
I ain't gon' lie, you can't slide on the opps if you ain't walk with me
[Verse 3: KrispyLife Kidd]
Fuck it, I'm finna shoot him, go'n and chalk him down
I paid a lot for these shoes, I'm finna walk him down
Fifteen hundred for these V— alright, I'm finna walk him out
Chopper knock the guts out a nigga, a broken Black & Mild
When you come around, the hoes get kinda nervous
Why the fuck you in the trap if you ain't even servin'?
I really love the chicken, fuck it, I'm moving to Church's
I'm plugged in with the pastor, we movin' through churches
My young nigga caught a body 'fore he wrote in cursive
Get away with that bullshit, I'm too smooth, Jergens
Huh, hundred Bloods get to movin' shit
He with the other side, fuck religion, get a Muslim hit
Leavin' the game, start a shootout and get E-Cooper hit
Don't get it twisted, put this bitch down and get to bruisin' shit
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