I'm really that
If we talking drugs, need a fifty pack
I ain't gotta ask for love, they gone gimme that
Niggas cap and they rats, going tit for tat
I'm really that
Always been that nigga, f*ck the internet
Said she seen me on the gram, she wanna gimme neck
I ain't trying to be ya man, I ain't into that
Said I f*ck her like I love her but I know I don't
Want me to f*ck without a rubber, ha no I won't
We ain't popping up in public, girl you don't get shown
You know I know yo man a sucker, he know what we on
Tell him cool it like a fan, 'fore lil bro get blown
Niggas hate me but be fans, quoting all my songs
Going hand to hand, play the block like Malone
I got grams to bows
Pack in the mail, it's gone
Niggas in a bad spot
They mascots
Play around, get yo ass shot
Get smoked like a crack rock
'Member we ain't even have a lot
The shit I seen, they'd pay to watch
Catching hoes off the rebound, 'member I ain't even have a shot
Begging me to put that dick on 'em
Put they lips on it
I'm 23 but they still treat me like a big homie
Ain't playing tag but I'm it homie
Paper tags with the tint on it
Big gas, got a stench on me
I get scratch like a itch on me
I'm really that
If we talking drugs, need a fifty pack
I ain't gotta ask for love, they gone gimme that
Niggas cap and they rats, going tit for tat
I'm really that
Always been that nigga, f*ck the internet
Said she seen me on the gram, she wanna gimme neck
I ain't trynna be ya man, I ain't into that