Letra

I must be a communist I'm rushing (Russian) to the paper You a great pretender you a fraud and a faker Claim you out here balling like a Laker you ain't getting buckets I been on defense just like I'm Leonard you ain't scoring nothing Like we playing poker I could tell that you be really bluffing But all that fake shit gone come with repercussions Yea you gone get exposed Cause when it really count just like some laundry bet you fold Life is not a game You in yo final fantasy I been the field standing right where Peyton Manning be Send a couple shots at you bullets like a hail Mary Inspired by movie killers nigga it get real scary Back out I start to see red then I black out Macs out this get confidential like a frat house Police asking questions now I'm mute like my voice out This shit get really deep up in the streets don't got a choice now They ain't know I was the goat but now I'm spazzing out I know I got some haters they don't like how I be showing out That's why I be with gang you leaf we pull them blowers You gone need a map up on this block so go to Dora house I beat my dick on Reddit nigga I don't like porn My College bitch keep begging told her baby I don't like dorms Everything exotic Swear to god nigga I hate norms Why the fuck you even step outside up in them fake Jordan's Nigga you can't hit my weed Boy you can't afford it Yo bitch tryna fuck with me But I keep ignoring You can have that bitch back Cause she really boring This a scatpack lil bitch We don't like foreigns Shooters up in Crystal Lake Like I'm Jason Nigga no you can't get baked with Me Bitch I'm facing I fucked her twice so basically she think we dating Told the hoe I'm sliding last year And she still waiting Said that you was blowing last year And you still waiting Every day I get it bussing Nigga Fuck a vacation You getting money We R2 Not no PlayStation That's yo honey That's yo boo? Yea she really basic But I'm still let her top Because I'm really toxic And I'm just focused on guap If I'm just being honest And if you see me outside I just hit a deposit Why these niggas ain't outside They hiding in the closet Niggas capping Long nose like Pinocchio My homie got his heart broke By a bitch I said I told you so You still broke Go chase a bag I swear told you bro She feeling on my chest That bitch give me felatio Can't get up in this part Nigga check the ratio This bitch she tryna fuck I'm not even on radio Ion need no helping hands, fuck I look like bob the builder My name ain't your stepdad for no reason, I'm the momma killer Once I make the cheddar motivate her, then I got to get her Chirping out his neck, we black em out its like Obama did it Ouu he got a daze coming We gone traumatize em like his momma when grades coming Knock em out, see rainbows in his vision like the gaze (Gays) coming I could get a function over bussing, that's a rage coming Bitch nigga behave Anytime I pass a dime to brodie, feel like Rubio Anytime I pass the dime to brodie feel like Rubio I'm not the guy to boast, but it's a fire in my studio Am I the goofy nigga cuz I caked up with a groupie hoe I think it's pretty cool cuz I still ended up w booty bro I just started rapping now the white lady's start fucking with me Label said they fucking with my sound, but ain't do nothing with me You got to be ready for them rounds Cuz foenem bumming with me You got to be... Let me switch it up Catch my angles right cuz ion really fuck with my photos Why that niggas hating on my fashion, is he homo I just took sum shroomies on my dolo, that shit hit the soul-o Drop a fucking banger with no promo Money on a slow mo Got up my cholos and Latinos Aiming at yo domo Maybe ima genius low key high key going loco
Writer(s): Aaron Richardson, Zantreal Leverston Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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