Ain’t Real TeeJay3k (Ft. OMB Peezy & Philthy Rich)

[Intro: TeeJay3k]
Got that bag on me
June onna beat, June onna beat
They gon' run to you
Dave-O, make me a slap

[Chorus: TeeJay3k]
Bitch, I smell like a bag when I'm comin' through
Watch these niggas, all they do is play up under you
They need a favor, off rip, they gon' run to you
But lose your bag, you gon' see who really fuck with you
Niggas ain't real, what the fuck this world comin' to?
It's all lies, all lies, they don't want the truth
I got the sauce, pussy nigga, I don't want the juice
Drop the top on the bitch, I don't want the roof

[Verse 1: TeeJay3k]
Nigga say he a movement, well I'm a forest, nigga
I been out here, you just jumpin' off the porch, nigga
It's either rappin' or trappin', ain't have a choice, nigga
Say he rob me, that ain't a reliable source, nigga
But I don't fuck with niggas anyway
I got five different hustles, I can get money plenty ways
Anyways, let me take it back
I remember late nights on the blocks for so many days
Mama told me come in but I was sellin' slabs
Put the Pyrex down, now I'm in the lab
Don't try to come in this water, it's too many crabs
I don't fuck with no accident, I don't fuck with dabs
Mary jane the only thing I'm blowin' in the wind
Drop the top so the people knowin' what I'm in
Ain't no stoppin' me now, bitch, I'm goin' in
Fuck who counted me out, I'm still gonna win