[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
03 (Yeah)
Kodak Black
We got real troopers out there (Yeah)
Don't get caught wit lil weird niggas not built like me (Yeah)
Ya feel me?
Get it on your own, get it how you live nigga
Them yo kids man (Yeah)
[Chorus]
These niggas ain't built like me (Yeah yeah)
These niggas don't keep it real like me (Yeah yeah)
Fuck niggas ain't down to kill like me (Yeah yeah)
Oh they don't feel me, all of sudden want to feel like me (Me)
These niggas ain't built like me (Built like me)
These niggas don't keep it real like me (Real like me)
Fuck niggas ain't down to kill like me
Oh they don't feel me, all of sudden want to feel like me (Uh)
[Verse 1]
Bust that Prada down, my shooter roll the weed (MacMilly)
One hand on the wheel, one hand holding the heat (It's on my family)
Niggas used to laugh at me, I was walking on my feet's (Why)
I still had them bad bitches, used to buy me all my sneaks (Ay)
Some hoes walked past me, used to say I was a creep (Ay)
So I copywrote that shit and made a label with some beats (Ay)
Did this shit all by myself, this how you make it out the streets
I'm not a bitch, a snitch, a hoe, you couldn't make it out of me
My lil hottie count blue hundreds, Poo Poo won the lottery (Ooh)
I ain't trippin if you fuckin, just don't ever lie to me (The way I do)
Yeah I know I'm a lil crazy, like my daddy used to be
Every time I'm getting fly, I be like daddy rest in peace (Ay)
He in the mirror, and I swear to God he watching over me
I'm a real street nigga, I make all of y'all look weak (Everybody weak)
03, every time I say my name I bang my streets (Grape Street)
Whatcha done for my lil homies, boy fuck whatcha done for me
I ain't trippin (Oh)
Yeah
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
03 (Yeah)
Kodak Black
We got real troopers out there (Yeah)
Don't get caught wit lil weird niggas not built like me (Yeah)
Ya feel me?
Get it on your own, get it how you live nigga
Them yo kids man (Yeah)
[Chorus]
These niggas ain't built like me (Yeah yeah)
These niggas don't keep it real like me (Yeah yeah)
Fuck niggas ain't down to kill like me (Yeah yeah)
Oh they don't feel me, all of sudden want to feel like me (Me)
These niggas ain't built like me (Built like me)
These niggas don't keep it real like me (Real like me)
Fuck niggas ain't down to kill like me
Oh they don't feel me, all of sudden want to feel like me (Uh)
[Verse 1]
Bust that Prada down, my shooter roll the weed (MacMilly)
One hand on the wheel, one hand holding the heat (It's on my family)
Niggas used to laugh at me, I was walking on my feet's (Why)
I still had them bad bitches, used to buy me all my sneaks (Ay)
Some hoes walked past me, used to say I was a creep (Ay)
So I copywrote that shit and made a label with some beats (Ay)
Did this shit all by myself, this how you make it out the streets
I'm not a bitch, a snitch, a hoe, you couldn't make it out of me
My lil hottie count blue hundreds, Poo Poo won the lottery (Ooh)
I ain't trippin if you fuckin, just don't ever lie to me (The way I do)
Yeah I know I'm a lil crazy, like my daddy used to be
Every time I'm getting fly, I be like daddy rest in peace (Ay)
He in the mirror, and I swear to God he watching over me
I'm a real street nigga, I make all of y'all look weak (Everybody weak)
03, every time I say my name I bang my streets (Grape Street)
Whatcha done for my lil homies, boy fuck whatcha done for me
I ain't trippin (Oh)
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