How you jackin you real but you fake
Like RIP bro let's do it
Phatz you a bitch you got beat in the ground
When i catch you its lit cuzzy lettin it blam
Talk fast cuz i really get to it
You gon up just up it or move it
Stay wit a grip cuz these niggas be stupid
They be plottin they ready to use it
Runnin like rick but i wont say no names
But you know who got beat to a stain
Stupid lil boy wouldve been a good strain
Nah f*ck that he prolly some lame
Runnin like who boy yk i got aim
When im throwin im shootin like dame
Beam in the dark and it stick to his dome
Wont see the reflection or chrome
Speed in da whip when i get in my zone
Do the hit then im headin back home
On knocks but im really a boxer
Might box or get hit in your midtop
Worda bro i just copped me a big chop
Duck or get hit aint no standin on sidewalks
Like nigga stop cappin you all talk
You got beat then you ran up the side block
Lil marc had yall runnin like wild dogs
Cant wait til i visit my old dawgs
Just hopin its not in a graveyard
Rip13 i really cant think hard
How you crashin that bad
Boy you a clown and you goin out bad
How is you cool wit ya mans
But you hit up his body
Cuz he beat you wit hands
Now i know when its real and its fake
Niggas playin they really be snakes
They aint pass em a plate but they ate
Like a nigga keep distant im cool
Dont care if im blowin ya mood
Now i know when its real and its fake
G on my hip i aint ready to die
Reach for uhh and im lettin it fly
Nigga dont cap you got hit in ya eye
Like F*ck Jlowe shouldve fried like frys
Cute lil ma and im makin ha mine
Last girl said she wasnt feelin my vibes
F*ck up my trust and im askin ha why
Now im knowin whats real and whats fake
How you jackin you real but you fake
Like RIP bro let's do it
Phatz you a bitch you got beat in the ground
When i catch you its lit cuzzy lettin it blam
Talk fast cuz i really get to it
You gon up just up it or move it
Stay wit a grip cuz these niggas be stupid
They be plottin they ready to use it
Runnin like rick but i wont say no names
But you know who got beat to a stain
Stupid lil boy wouldve been a good strain
Nah f*ck that he prolly some lame
Runnin like who boy yk i got aim
When im throwin im shootin like dame
Beam in the dark and it stick to his dome
Wont see the reflection or chrome
Speed in da whip when i get in my zone
Do the hit then im headin back home
Knockas on knocks but im really a boxer
Might box or get hit in your midtop
Worda bro i just copped me a big chop
Duck or get hit aint no standin on sidewalks
Like nigga stop cappin you all talk
You got beat then you ran up the side block
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How you jackin you real but you fake
Like RIP bro let's do it
Phatz you a bitch you got beat in the ground
When i catch you its lit cuzzy lettin it blam
Talk fast cuz i really get to it
You gon up just up it or move it
Stay wit a grip cuz these niggas be stupid
They be plottin they ready to use it
Runnin like rick but i wont say no names
But you know who got beat to a stain
Stupid lil boy wouldve been a good strain
Nah f*ck that he prolly some lame
Runnin like who boy yk i got aim
When im throwin im shootin like dame
Beam in the dark and it stick to his dome
Wont see the reflection or chrome
Speed in da whip when i get in my zone
Do the hit then im headin back home
On knocks but im really a boxer
Might box or get hit in your midtop
Worda bro i just copped me a big chop
Duck or get hit aint no standin on sidewalks
Like nigga stop cappin you all talk
You got beat then you ran up the side block
Lil marc had yall runnin like wild dogs
Cant wait til i visit my old dawgs
Just hopin its not in a graveyard
Rip13 i really cant think hard
How you crashin that bad
Boy you a clown and you goin out bad
How is you cool wit ya mans
But you hit up his body
Cuz he beat you wit hands
Now i know when its real and its fake
Niggas playin they really be snakes
They aint pass em a plate but they ate
Like a nigga keep distant im cool
Dont care if im blowin ya mood
Now i know when its real and its fake
G on my hip i aint ready to die
Reach for uhh and im lettin it fly
Nigga dont cap you got hit in ya eye
Like F*ck Jlowe shouldve fried like frys
Cute lil ma and im makin ha mine
Last girl said she wasnt feelin my vibes
F*ck up my trust and im askin ha why
Now im knowin whats real and whats fake
How you jackin you real but you fake
Like RIP bro let's do it
Phatz you a bitch you got beat in the ground
When i catch you its lit cuzzy lettin it blam
Talk fast cuz i really get to it
You gon up just up it or move it
Stay wit a grip cuz these niggas be stupid
They be plottin they ready to use it
Runnin like rick but i wont say no names
But you know who got beat to a stain
Stupid lil boy wouldve been a good strain
Nah f*ck that he prolly some lame
Runnin like who boy yk i got aim
When im throwin im shootin like dame
Beam in the dark and it stick to his dome
Wont see the reflection or chrome
Speed in da whip when i get in my zone
Do the hit then im headin back home
Knockas on knocks but im really a boxer
Might box or get hit in your midtop
Worda bro i just copped me a big chop
Duck or get hit aint no standin on sidewalks
Like nigga stop cappin you all talk
You got beat then you ran up the side block
Like RIP bro let's do it
Phatz you a bitch you got beat in the ground
When i catch you its lit cuzzy lettin it blam
Talk fast cuz i really get to it
You gon up just up it or move it
Stay wit a grip cuz these niggas be stupid
They be plottin they ready to use it
Runnin like rick but i wont say no names
But you know who got beat to a stain
Stupid lil boy wouldve been a good strain
Nah f*ck that he prolly some lame
Runnin like who boy yk i got aim
When im throwin im shootin like dame
Beam in the dark and it stick to his dome
Wont see the reflection or chrome
Speed in da whip when i get in my zone
Do the hit then im headin back home
On knocks but im really a boxer
Might box or get hit in your midtop
Worda bro i just copped me a big chop
Duck or get hit aint no standin on sidewalks
Like nigga stop cappin you all talk
You got beat then you ran up the side block
Lil marc had yall runnin like wild dogs
Cant wait til i visit my old dawgs
Just hopin its not in a graveyard
Rip13 i really cant think hard
How you crashin that bad
Boy you a clown and you goin out bad
How is you cool wit ya mans
But you hit up his body
Cuz he beat you wit hands
Now i know when its real and its fake
Niggas playin they really be snakes
They aint pass em a plate but they ate
Like a nigga keep distant im cool
Dont care if im blowin ya mood
Now i know when its real and its fake
G on my hip i aint ready to die
Reach for uhh and im lettin it fly
Nigga dont cap you got hit in ya eye
Like F*ck Jlowe shouldve fried like frys
Cute lil ma and im makin ha mine
Last girl said she wasnt feelin my vibes
F*ck up my trust and im askin ha why
Now im knowin whats real and whats fake
How you jackin you real but you fake
Like RIP bro let's do it
Phatz you a bitch you got beat in the ground
When i catch you its lit cuzzy lettin it blam
Talk fast cuz i really get to it
You gon up just up it or move it
Stay wit a grip cuz these niggas be stupid
They be plottin they ready to use it
Runnin like rick but i wont say no names
But you know who got beat to a stain
Stupid lil boy wouldve been a good strain
Nah f*ck that he prolly some lame
Runnin like who boy yk i got aim
When im throwin im shootin like dame
Beam in the dark and it stick to his dome
Wont see the reflection or chrome
Speed in da whip when i get in my zone
Do the hit then im headin back home
Knockas on knocks but im really a boxer
Might box or get hit in your midtop
Worda bro i just copped me a big chop
Duck or get hit aint no standin on sidewalks
Like nigga stop cappin you all talk
You got beat then you ran up the side block
Writer: Cameron Freeman
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid