I just wanna how niggas going to jail on niggas, coming back home and it still being cool I just wanna how a nigga on Instagram and Twitter with fifty thousand followers Ain't got no money in real life, but still popping, I wanna know I wanna know, if a ain't really putting it in, but acting like he putting it in Niggas still letting it fly like it's cool, I wanna know man This getting different out here it's getting spooky
Now when that shit went down with Chris, you wrote a In New Orleans my chain to get respect (you a fraud) So what that tell me? You a and a fan Say the shit you know the shooters at your neck I just wanna know, if you write that running through the six shit Tell us who the fuck was running through the six with? (Running through the six my woes Counting money you how it goes All the live forever baby And the get exposed) Niggas writing for you cause you know you never did When I that hook out, I was tryin' to catch a big fish We the type of to tie your mother up Fuck your sister in the ass and hit brother up, pussy You sweet, I call you buttercup You fucking dork you the style because you studied us Coming with the flow Switching up your We just want a refund, this ain't what we for Every time that we come, we get what we for another niggas shit, but you claim you king though?
I just know, I just wanna know How these niggas acting like true but really faking People like it go I just wanna know, I just know Was it Quentin Miller? Was it Hush or was it where you really got your flow? (Milli that nigga)
Money make a fake ass look real again Money make a sucker that look trill again a lot about all the people that's feeling him But I'ma show you bitch ass we're real again Heard that nigga talking we ain't get back yet Let's keep it short, nigga you ain't get your back yet And now she with the chaser and now you missed that check You went Clear Port to buddy pass you miss that jet, hold up
I got to take them off of here, that's I got to them off of here, there's only one And me, you understand? 'Fore all fighting, you understand? Sucka he good Sucka thinks he can me And I know he can't me and I Hey boy, the whole style is chump, you understand? When it to me you understand Let me get first Then after I get mine, can do what you wanna do
You know you fucked up You shoulda just said Now you're going to have to me a check to stop All I hear is platinum platinum this Meanwhile I'm on the with a platinum chick I got a platinum rollie, whip Niggas frauds I told the truth, don't ask me All this industry fake and rap shit It's never really my we got cash to get I really started from nothing now back to shit almost caught a domestic when he smacked that bitch Hold up, let that bitch
Yeah this is poppin' shit no cut on it If your get hurt You feel like ohhh that's an little No this is the truth and the hurts I paid my dues? Didn't I weather the Niggas is and I'm here
You let Tip homie on you in a movie theater nigga, we ain't forget niggas back in style this shit is lit This that Ja shit and 50 cent