Tekst Utworu
Wack niggas don't get involved ain't no rap money you gon' get at all
Cap niggas you ain't really 'bout what you claim you 'bout inside of all your songs
Test homies you'll need medical, I am not the type to fucking mess around
After pussies like i'm desperate, here for blood of y'all like a tampon
Like aye, aye, aye
I can tell
You ain't for real about what you say-aye-aye
Why are you tryna fit in, we know you a bitch, you snake
Cut em' off, clique down to ride, ain't fucking with fakes
Fuck a fake, fuck a fake, aye
Look
Plastic wrapping, you a fucking toy
If you spoke the truth you wouldn't make a noise
Fabricating hate within a story
But you could never hope to play the boy
Rat tone, lower yo pitch, watch yo ego
Backbone, you a whole bitch, all we need know
Cracked bones, leave your whole clique on the cement
Bad hoe blowing my dick like some weed smoke
Down, not the sorta kinda
The "maybe i'm down to ride"
If I fuck with you I would die for you, put that on everything
Never gon' hang beside any fuck nigga, fake or liar
You ain't tough you just acting hard but you ain't doing anything
Claim that you got a gat, when we buck you ain't bucking back
Got my dawgs you a pussy cat, you ain't bout' it you ran away
Homies don't pull a camera, i'll break that shit on your spinal
You with us or you without us, you sweet like some candy cane
Wack niggas don't get involved ain't no rap money you gon' get at all
Cap niggas you ain't really 'bout what you claim you 'bout inside of all your songs
Test homies you'll need medical, I am not the type to fucking mess around
After pussies like i'm desperate, here for blood of y'all like a tampon
Like aye, aye, aye
I can tell
You ain't for real about what you say-aye-aye
Why are you tryna fit in, we know you a bitch, you snake
Cut em' off, clique down to ride, ain't fucking with fakes
Fuck a fake, fuck a fake, aye
Make weight
Fake left right hook, uh
Sensei, pave a way
What I meant to say is
I been livin' late
I reciprocate visionary fate, uh
My liver fucked up
My business up, up
The fakes I cut, cut em' off though
And yo bitch gone suck, suck on my soul
And I keep that tucked, tucked enlight those
Me and Rey kill tracks sum' light hoe
And i've been spinnin' and spinnin' off of them psychs woah
Might be psycho
Put you in a psych ward, cause' I syke those
And it's always on site on though
No saving geico, no defense iso
They go where I go when i'm grippin' the mic though
I be feelin' like mike though wait, uh
I say pipe up
They say stay down
This the fight club
I'm feeling made now
Hit me on paypal
Uppin' my rates now
I'm all state now
Tell the bitch bring her cake out
I'm all state now
Tell the bitch bring her cake out
I say pipe up
They say stay down
This the fight club
I'm feeling made now
Hit me on paypal
Uppin' my rates now
I'm all state now
Im all state now, what
Im all state now, what, yeah
Tell the bitch bring her cake out, what
(Tell the bitch bring her cake out)
Yeah, me and Rey kill tracks sum' light hoe
(Sum' light hoe)
And I keep that thing tucked, yeah I enlight those
(Yeah, I enlight those)
Writer(s): Justin Reyes
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