[Intro]
(Sup, Sup, Sup)
Unh, yeah
Last week had magic
This week still magic
[Verse 1]
Fake, yeah (right?)
All these n*ggas fake, yeah (right?)
All these n*ggas fake, yeah (right?)
All these n*ggas fake, yeah (right?)
Fake (right?)
All these n*ggas fake
Boy, you pus*y, I can see it in your face (right?)
I ain't never seen you in the paint (right?)
Mad 'cause I'm doing what you can't (right?)
Mad 'cause I'm f*cking on [?] (right?)
Shawty, that's my b*tch; that's my mate (right?)
I'ma hit a lick, catch a case, swerve
All up in her tummy like a tapeworm
I ain't beat the case 'cause that tape, f*ck it
I'ma wrap his ass up in chain, f*ck him
I'ma tap his ass with that K, f*ck 'em
My n*ggas p*ssin' on graves, f*ck it
Them n*ggas tryin' to leave but they can't, right?
I put some holes in that Wrath, right?
I'ma need the code on that safe, right?
Bug off like a Soviet tape, right?
I be putting licks in the bank, right?
Good ass [?] like a white boy, right?
Put my finger on my lips and make that white noise, right? (shh!)
Got my finger on the trigger like a white boy
[Break]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah ooh-ooh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Gunshots]
This is America!
Don't catch you slippin' up!
Guns in my area!
I got the strap, yeah
Ay, I am the carrier
Yeah, I'ma go into this
[Explosion]
Yeah, yeah, this is guerilla- woah
Yeah, yeah, I'ma go get the bag
[Laughter]
[Verse 2]
Yeah