[Intro]
(Legend made another one)
[Verse 1]
Ain't no nigga hot as me, the internet don't bother me
I smoked your baby daddy, bitch, that nigga shouldn't have shot at me
I'm cliquin' and I stand on business, this ain't no apology
Thuggin' with my brothers in the trenches where them shottas be
They starin' at my Instagram, they think I won the lottery
I lost a million dollars, but I'm rich, so it ain't bother me
If lookin' at me make you mad, then why the fuck you follow me?
Talkin' shit from a fake page, boy, it's cowardly
Hard body Hank, can't let a sucker overpower me
Never goin' broke, I make a couple thousand hourly
They gon' always hate because they scared to say they proud of me
I'ma stunt on niggas every chance I get for doubtin' me
I got on opps, ran from cops, roadblocks ain't stoppin' me
I don't go to sleep without my heat, I'm in the lie to be
I ate some Captain Crunch after I smoked him, they ain't cold as me
Ain't nobody takin' shit from Hank, it ain't no ho in me
What you mean you got a problem with my brother? Niggas gotta go through me
I step on niggas, why you think they bitches wanna dose for me?
Your favorite rapper wanna be the Hank, but ain't no clonin' me
You make me mad, bitch, I'ma block your ass, it ain't no phonin' me
My brother fucked my other brother bitch, man, that was wrong to me
Niggas say it's bros over hoes, but they ain't showin' me
You mad, don't make me beat your ass, boy, fix the way you talk to me
On thirties, you don't wanna die about it, then don't talk to me
[Chorus]
Get up out your feelings, tell that boy quit actin' like a bitch
If you ain't got no motherfuckin' pape', quit actin' like you rich
I read between the lines on 30 Boys, quit actin' like you slick
This clip full of Tylenol for niggas actin' like they sick
Get up out your feelings, tell that boy quit actin' like a bitch
If you ain't got no motherfuckin' pape', quit actin' like you rich
I read between the lines on 30 Boys, quit actin' like you slick
This clip full of Tylenol for niggas actin' like they sick
[Verse 2]
These niggas actin' like they sick, I bet they know I'm sicker, though
Pull up with your bitch, I'll strip you while you with her, though
You fakin' and I'm real as fuck, it ain't that hard to get the ho
These niggas act like hoes, I ain't mad, I just be trippin', though
All in Neiman Marcus, brought myself, like I ain't carin'
All these diamond Cuban links around my neck got bitches starin'
So let them niggas know before they try to press me, I ain't sparin'
Bitch, I'm wow, I'll up it at the crowd and get to airin'
'Cause niggas hatin' for no reason, bitch, this can't stop your breathing
If I'm squeezin', you ain't leavin', you was playin' for no reason
Bitch, I'm pimpin', but that gangster shit I'm with, it all seasoned
Gang full of steppers, nigga, that's what the mob breathin'
[Chorus]
Get up out your feelings, tell that boy quit actin' like a bitch
If you ain't got no motherfuckin' pape', quit actin' like you rich
I read between the lines on 30 Boys, quit actin' like you slick
This clip full of Tylenol for niggas actin' like they sick
Get up out your feelings, tell that boy quit actin' like a bitch
If you ain't got no motherfuckin' pape', quit actin' like you rich
I read between the lines on 30 Boys, quit actin' like you slick
This clip full of Tylenol for niggas actin' like they sick