[Chorus]
How you gon’ tell me that it’s real when it’s fake?
Don’t you tell me what it is if it ain’t, nigga
Look, ’cause I’ve been in and out the bank
Nowadays I don’t even wanna talk if it ain’t money conversations
[Post-Chorus]
‘Cause I’ve been countin’ up, don’t ask me how I’ve been
Makin’ plays like I’m Jason (Woo), but I don’t care
I could never tell you what I did
‘Cause it is what it is if it is what it is and it is
[Verse 1]
Twitter fingers, yeah, I never was the type
Back then all a nigga knew was swipe
Little nigga, like a fox with the swipers
Gotta stay away, stay away from the mice, yeah
Flyest in the room, that’s a fact, woah
Keep a stick like your witch, but it’s not a broom
I know everybody not a goon
All she needed was a hookah and some 1942, huh?
I swear, ’cause I never was the type (Yeah)
If it’s in the dark, I’m never turnin’ on the light, uh
Rest in peace, you ain’t wanna lose (Yeah)
Word to mother, if I see his killer, I’ma boom him
I’m goin’ in with my gang and my bros
We go way in, like [?] and Damon
Montana and I [?] like I came in
Talk lingo, like a thirty converstaion
It’s different nowadays, I’m not a gangster I changed
V12 (Yeah), and that ho’ like a slave
Word to mother, niggas better not play with me, dangerous
Word to Beasty, belive, he anxious (Look)
Lately, I’ve been hearin’ all these motherfuckin’ rumors
Niggas out steady switchin’ sides, it’s confusin’
Laces hangin’ off the floor, I never tie my shoes
Every day, I’m puttin’ on a different outfit with a new gun
Like which one should I wear, the .9? Or, the Ruger?
Bubba told me niggas call me jealous when you’re too lit
And so every single club, I had a stick the tool in (Yeah)
I was paid to ride a bunch of fuckin’ criminals
They don’t wanna see me win, they wanna see me lose
Couldn’t even fit ’em, bitch, don’t wear my brother shoes, damn
She forgot how to work, she ran through the crew, yeah
I already know her name, don’t gotta introduce
[Chorus]
How you gon’ tell me that it’s real when it’s fake?
Don’t you tell me what it is if it ain’t, nigga
Look, ’cause I’ve been in and out the bank
Nowadays I don’t even wanna talk if it ain’t money conversations
[Post-Chorus]
‘Cause I’ve been countin’ up, don’t ask me how I’ve been
Sendin’ plays like I’m Jason (Woo), but I don’t care
I could never tell you what I did
If we slid, and, we slid
[Verse 2]
God forbid, hide the kids
Ah, it’s just another pill (‘Nother pill)
Ah, I been goin’ through it, I been goin’ through these phases
Ah, and you’re never real
If it’s really litty, just send me your location
But you ain’t really real, right?
Ah, niggas ain’t in the field, right?
Ah, if you see that nigga in real life, nigga, boom him
Flyest in the room, nigga, [?]
Higher than a bitch, I be walkin’ on the moon, yeah
You don’t want no smoke, don’t get popped, shake the room up
You know all my lil’ niggas pull up with the Ruger
Too much VVS’ catch the Flu, catch Pnemonia
I ain’t never got my chain snatched, stop the rumors
Everywhere I go, my hoodie up like I’m Ku Klux
Flyest in the room, that’s a fact, you know I’m zoomin’
[Chorus]
How you gon’ tell me that it’s real when it’s fake?
Don’t you tell me what it is if it ain’t, nigga
Look, ’cause I’ve been in and out the bank
Nowadays I don’t even wanna talk if it ain’t money conversations
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