Lyrics

How you real and you fake That shit so make believe I like my bitches with no waist Cute face no Maybelline Smoking exotic everyday I'm living life in every way I'm posted up outer space I split the check with my ace They stuck on broke like they laced We riding round with that k It's only me on that case If a fuck nigga in my way Disposed this iPhone Get my line gone They can't know what I'm on These niggas screaming real But they more faker Than some rhinestones Gemstones on my wrist Posted up like I ain't on shit But all these hoes still on my dick She give me pleasure for my fix yeah Smoked out loc'd out Riding with the pistol grip Fuck all my opps Don't give no fuck about no dead niggas I'll go to war with the whole world If it's bout my bread nigga Two cups one with ice The other one to mix that red nigga And every time I pour up I just slow up like a dead nigga Dread locks like shatas In hot cars on go Riding four deep in four cars Fina hop out GI Joe Got them memorized by the lifestyle Real fly shit I know Keep a bad bitch on stand by At every place I go Yea yeah Smoked out loc'd out Riding with the pistol grip How you real and you fake That shit so make believe I like my bitches with no waist Cute face no Maybelline Smoking exotic everyday I'm living life in every way I'm posted up outer space I split the check with my ace They stuck on broke like they laced We riding round with that k It's only me on that case If a fuck nigga in my way They know what I'm on my mind gone But I know that my time on I done made it out of shit When niggas folded Cause mind strong I know Ivo got my spine He on the same time that I'm on I know two guns that's my dawg He riding or drying for me he on call Flexing like a mother fucker I can do this shit with no deal Turnt up like a mother fucker I been high off life with no pill Shout out to my mud brother We ain't copping shit with no seal Treat him like my blood brother We done been through shit that's so real How you real and you fake That shit so make believe Going hard till the eighth degree Burning on runtz got to face my weed Out of space that's the place to be Ran through racks on shopping sprees On lean and plenty weed Ran through wips I love to speed Do the dash on a winning spree Smoked out loc'd out Riding with the pistol grip Smoking exotic everyday I'm living life in every way I'm posted up outer space I split the check with my ace They stuck on broke like they laced We riding round with that k It's only me on that case If a fuck nigga in my way
Writer(s): Demarcus Sims Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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