Y'all niggas fakin the pape and the shit,
Y'all niggas fakin' the paper, and shit
Y'all need to get on my face with the shit
Cut tracks, hit breaks in this bitch
I don't need any of the hit breaks in this bitch, go fast
Real niggas up, goin' dumb with the cash
Playin games with the gang and it might be ya last
Might leave a nigga straight up in the past
Might leave a nigga straight up in the casket My brother, you want it, just ask it
One-on-one, nigga, can't mask it up in the stu, yes, I'm blast-in
This drummer be shootin' like Bastion' Bluestrips highest, of fashion
Shit not a phase, no, I'm not actin'
Worry about the last one while I'm surpassin'
Ya'll niggas capped out, not with the action, Shit be funny, it's leavin' me cacklin
Funny you think I ain't on it
Funny ain't got no opponents
Shit funny, y'all niggas be trollin' say you get money, I doubt it
Blues on my person and my pockets is pouty And it's choppin', be screamin' and shoutin
Not like this pack, it be screamin' the loudest Getting this munyun, astounding
Pape' too up, my shit air bound
Like Veeze New Lovin' the town
All Fake Love, when my Face' the crowd
My bros keep Rays and rounds
Hoppin' the stu and we bangin' the sound Niggas switch up when the fame is around
Niggas switch up when the fame is around
What he say?
Yeah, niggas fake with the pape swear you need to get paid for real
Locked in with the streets, how a nigga paid' for real
Hold on hold on
I could've sworn that's right, we already did that shit before
We just switched it up for real, drop that, man, hold up
Drop that though, bitch, this shit not a phase
Money caught up in a trance or a maze, bitch I'm a beast should be locked in a cage
Bitch tryna eat, tryna gimme' the face
Wood to the face, got me blowed, I'm amazed
Off white buffs got my face lifting weights Flash on, send a nigga to the gates
Flash on, send a nigga to the Father
Everything is wrong, man, shit not a phase
Diio - ShtNotAPhase 2 Lyrics
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Y'all niggas fakin the pape and the shit,
Y'all niggas fakin' the paper, and shit
Y'all need to get on my face with the shit
Cut tracks, hit breaks in this bitch
I don't need any of the hit breaks in this bitch, go fast
Real niggas up, goin' dumb with the cash
Playin games with the gang and it might be ya last
Might leave a nigga straight up in the past
Might leave a nigga straight up in the casket My brother, you want it, just ask it
One-on-one, nigga, can't mask it up in the stu, yes, I'm blast-in
This drummer be shootin' like Bastion' Bluestrips highest, of fashion
Shit not a phase, no, I'm not actin'
Worry about the last one while I'm surpassin'
Ya'll niggas capped out, not with the action, Shit be funny, it's leavin' me cacklin
Funny you think I ain't on it
Funny ain't got no opponents
Shit funny, y'all niggas be trollin' say you get money, I doubt it
Blues on my person and my pockets is pouty And it's choppin', be screamin' and shoutin
Not like this pack, it be screamin' the loudest Getting this munyun, astounding
Pape' too up, my shit air bound
Like Veeze New Lovin' the town
All Fake Love, when my Face' the crowd
My bros keep Rays and rounds
Hoppin' the stu and we bangin' the sound Niggas switch up when the fame is around
Niggas switch up when the fame is around
What he say?
Yeah, niggas fake with the pape swear you need to get paid for real
Locked in with the streets, how a nigga paid' for real
Hold on hold on
I could've sworn that's right, we already did that shit before
We just switched it up for real, drop that, man, hold up
Drop that though, bitch, this shit not a phase
Money caught up in a trance or a maze, bitch I'm a beast should be locked in a cage
Bitch tryna eat, tryna gimme' the face
Wood to the face, got me blowed, I'm amazed
Off white buffs got my face lifting weights Flash on, send a nigga to the gates
Flash on, send a nigga to the Father
Everything is wrong, man, shit not a phase
Y'all niggas fakin' the paper, and shit
Y'all need to get on my face with the shit
Cut tracks, hit breaks in this bitch
I don't need any of the hit breaks in this bitch, go fast
Real niggas up, goin' dumb with the cash
Playin games with the gang and it might be ya last
Might leave a nigga straight up in the past
Might leave a nigga straight up in the casket My brother, you want it, just ask it
One-on-one, nigga, can't mask it up in the stu, yes, I'm blast-in
This drummer be shootin' like Bastion' Bluestrips highest, of fashion
Shit not a phase, no, I'm not actin'
Worry about the last one while I'm surpassin'
Ya'll niggas capped out, not with the action, Shit be funny, it's leavin' me cacklin
Funny you think I ain't on it
Funny ain't got no opponents
Shit funny, y'all niggas be trollin' say you get money, I doubt it
Blues on my person and my pockets is pouty And it's choppin', be screamin' and shoutin
Not like this pack, it be screamin' the loudest Getting this munyun, astounding
Pape' too up, my shit air bound
Like Veeze New Lovin' the town
All Fake Love, when my Face' the crowd
My bros keep Rays and rounds
Hoppin' the stu and we bangin' the sound Niggas switch up when the fame is around
Niggas switch up when the fame is around
What he say?
Yeah, niggas fake with the pape swear you need to get paid for real
Locked in with the streets, how a nigga paid' for real
Hold on hold on
I could've sworn that's right, we already did that shit before
We just switched it up for real, drop that, man, hold up
Drop that though, bitch, this shit not a phase
Money caught up in a trance or a maze, bitch I'm a beast should be locked in a cage
Bitch tryna eat, tryna gimme' the face
Wood to the face, got me blowed, I'm amazed
Off white buffs got my face lifting weights Flash on, send a nigga to the gates
Flash on, send a nigga to the Father
Everything is wrong, man, shit not a phase
Writer: Brandon Holland
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid