[Intro]
Ayy, all these fake-ass niggas think they sayin' real shit
Fake-ass niggas think they sayin' real shit
All these, ayy, ayy
[Verse]
All these fake-ass niggas think they sayin' real shit
Bitch, I wanna talk shit, don't make me send a hitstick
I see you got the same car, same bitch, same drip
All on Instagram, always wolfin' 'bout the same shit
I'm that nigga, I ain't never had to ride a nigga wave
I was that lil' nigga runnin' 'round the south with them braids
I'm that nigga, no hesitation, dub on a chain
I'm that nigga, no registration, foreign switchin' lanes
I'm that nigga talkin' money shit and put us on the map
I'm that nigga took them L's, and, bitch, I really made it back
I'm that nigga told the Kings to drop a bag for me to rap
Real steppers goin' for me, let me rap or get wrapped
Half a ticket off of rap, that's all streams, no cap
That dog shit I show on Instagram, it's show money
Niggas so phony, but they want a verse, it's so funny
The bitch told me I can take it out her purse, that's your money
I took another trip to Utah and knocked a snow bunny
And I can tell when niggas playin' with that pack, your nose runny
I can see these niggas playin' with my top don't know nothin'
I be tryna play it cool, but I be wantin' to smoke somethin'
Cousin custies, nigga, at the spot and get this store jumpin'
Big bag on me, bet it's lookin' like I stole somethin'
If the bitch purse say don't touch, I'm gon' touch it
Think I see why niggas mad at me, 'cause they bitch fuckin'
Ayy, all these fake-ass niggas think they sayin' real shit
Fake-ass niggas think they sayin' real shit
All these, ayy, ayy
[Verse]
All these fake-ass niggas think they sayin' real shit
Bitch, I wanna talk shit, don't make me send a hitstick
I see you got the same car, same bitch, same drip
All on Instagram, always wolfin' 'bout the same shit
I'm that nigga, I ain't never had to ride a nigga wave
I was that lil' nigga runnin' 'round the south with them braids
I'm that nigga, no hesitation, dub on a chain
I'm that nigga, no registration, foreign switchin' lanes
I'm that nigga talkin' money shit and put us on the map
I'm that nigga took them L's, and, bitch, I really made it back
I'm that nigga told the Kings to drop a bag for me to rap
Real steppers goin' for me, let me rap or get wrapped
Half a ticket off of rap, that's all streams, no cap
That dog shit I show on Instagram, it's show money
Niggas so phony, but they want a verse, it's so funny
The bitch told me I can take it out her purse, that's your money
I took another trip to Utah and knocked a snow bunny
And I can tell when niggas playin' with that pack, your nose runny
I can see these niggas playin' with my top don't know nothin'
I be tryna play it cool, but I be wantin' to smoke somethin'
Cousin custies, nigga, at the spot and get this store jumpin'
Big bag on me, bet it's lookin' like I stole somethin'
If the bitch purse say don't touch, I'm gon' touch it
Think I see why niggas mad at me, 'cause they bitch fuckin'
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