[Chorus: T.Y.](x2)
I'm to real for this fake sh*t
Oh you looking for a plug n*gga why you ain't say sh*t
Fendi P will have you laced quick
If I call my n*gga up then you better cop at least a zip
We really live by the G code
Steady getting this money not worrying 'bout no freak hoes
You could smell it all in my clothes
I was smoking out the pound but you prolly already know
[Verse 1: T.Y.]
I really live for this G sh*t
Middle fingers to the ones who still can't believe this
Gang coming through your speakers
Jet Life, they got a lot of n*ggas wanna be us
That sh*t we got they want it
f*ck boys want be my homie
This sh*t I'm smoking funky
Pull off in something foreign
n*ggas out here and they still hating
Why you not trynna get this paper
These hoes gon' be there later
(?) and step yo' weight up
In the game and I'm trynna make a change
This sh*t these n*ggas talking bout so lame
Bout to crash trynna jump in my lane
We at the top and this sh*t ain't gon' change
I'm high as f*ck and all that hating sh*t gon' blow it
I kept it real and held it down when I was on that tour bus touring
Yea, give me the rock and I'm scoring
I can't f*ck with no basic b*tch cause them basic b*tches be boring
n*gga true to this G sh*t
[Chorus: T.Y.](x2)
I'm to real for this fake sh*t
Oh you looking for a plug n*gga why you ain't say sh*t
Fendi P will have you laced quick
If I call my n*gga up then you better cop at least a zip
We really live by the G code
Steady getting this money not worrying 'bout no freak hoes
You could smell it all in my clothes
I was smoking out the pound but you prolly already know
[Verse 2: Corner Boy P]
I'm too real for a fake b*tch
I'm too trill for the he-say she-say fake sh*t
I smoke a pound to the face b*tch
I crack the seal, keep it real with you I ain't trynna sell sh*t
I got the Regal on Daytons
(?) on 26, Box Chevy on 8's b*tch
You know Spitta quick to drop sh*t
Got a car for everyday of the month and sh*t, look
Ain't with none of the f*ck sh*t
My lil' n*gga with the dumb sh*t
The right price get ya curb service
Pull up on ya ass like I own a lawn service, n*gga
I just spent 30 riding round with the 30
I be loading things in Range Rovers
I be loaded in my condo
I just poured up in a (?)
I finesse a jug in San Diego
I might f*ck around and bring back the Kangol
I been paid since a n*gga wore a du-rag
They going crazy over b*tches that I been had
Old titty ass b*tches only want bags
Or fugazi ass sh*t, we don't f*ck with that
Rollie dial all gold n*gga Trinidad
And they ain't just start hating n*ggas been mad
[Chorus: T.Y.](x2)
I'm to real for this fake sh*t
Oh you looking for a plug n*gga why you ain't say sh*t
Fendi P will have you laced quick
If I call my n*gga up then you better cop at least a zip
We really live by the G code
Steady getting this money not worrying 'bout no freak hoes
You could smell it all in my clothes
I was smoking out the pound but you prolly already know