Released on February 22, 2019

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[Intro]

Wheezy outta here

Huh, uh


[Chorus]

Who think you foolin'? We not new to it

We countin' fluent

Hawks game on the wood, my cup full of mud

I came out the hood

Sometimes a gangsta need a hug

I'ma give all my problems above

Hate when people keep doin' too much

Keep it real, the streets show you no love


[Verse 1]

We don't need no one vouchin' for us

I've been grindin' and found me a buzz

I've been searchin' for love and found lust

It's so hard to stop holdin' a grudge

My lil' dawg split your shit like a Dutch

My whole squad kept the kid in the cut

Keep your strap 'cause these niggas play tough

Pick and choose who the right one to trust

Pick and choose who the right one to trust

Keep it real, it's a lot of fake love

Niggas hate but they bitches in love

Paint the Bentley all white like a dove

I took off, ain't the same as it was

Kicked her out, told her walk to the bus

I'm a sipper, can tell when it's cut

You can't tell me that she ain't a slut


[Chorus]

Who think you foolin'? We not new to it

We countin' fluent

Hawks game on the wood, my cup full of mud

I came out the hood

Sometimes a gangsta need a hug

I'ma give all my problems above

Hate when people keep doin' too much

Keep it real, the streets show you no love


[Verse 2]

I don't need no one vouchin' for me

I be flossin', ain't talkin' 'bout my teeth

Car push-start, I keep losin' the keys

Chanel, Boss my closet full of C's

My shit wet Eliantte, VVs

I got pearls 'round my neck, not no beads

I get cash in my bag while I'm sleep

New blue face, two-tone Patek Philippe

Beverly Center, shoppin' spree on me

New agenda, don't do nothin' free

Ain't no one of my foreigns on E

All my bitches got expensive weave

I sip drank for my pain to get eased

I still talk to the Lord on my knees

Helpin' me take care all of my needs

And we take off the top for a breeze


[Chorus]

Who think you foolin'? We not new to it

We countin' fluent

Hawks game on the wood, my cup full of mud

I came out the hood

Sometimes a gangsta need a hug

I'ma give all my problems above

Hate when people keep doin' too much

Keep it real, the streets show you no love