[Verse 1]

All that typing on the internet

Gonna get somebody hurt

Knowing you ain't like that

You gonna end up on somebody shirt

If a nigga beefing with me

They better slide first

If a nigga beefing with me

They better slide first

I don't wear Fear of God

Only man I fear is God

I'm working in the streets

When that nigga couldn't get a job

Stupid nigga

You gonna go on a hit

You better steal a car

You know they gonna trace that name

Back to that rental car

I just blew somebody rent

On a pair of Dior's

Hitting it from the back

I done pulled that whole weave off

She just got a BBL

Flying in from Dior

She sucked all the air out of me

I'm gonna need CPR

These percs got hang time

I ain't never coming down

Throwing up the wrong gang signs

Gonna get shot down

New Orleans born and raised

Nigga I'm from downtown

She just wanna hear me

Said "Baby they love how that sound"

Smoking riding past police

Then I roll that window down

If we get pulled over

Ain't no telling what they gonna find

You know what you signed up for

Better not start crying

You can turn into an umpire

When we start sliding

Excuse me

Let me get mine

If you don't mind

[Chorus]

Be the same nigga in real life

When you offline

All that typing on the internet

Gonna get somebody hurt

Knowing you ain't like that

You gonna end up on somebody shirt

If you beefing with a nigga

Then you better slide first

Before you taking something from me

I'ma die first

[Verse 2]

I just want the money fame

And the hoes that come with it

Remember I was ugly

Now they saying I'm that nigga

This rap shit looking lovely

I was thuggin' in the trenches

I don't want you doing nothing for me

That shit comes with interest

I let niggas eat off me

Before they starve

I put a lot of niggas on they feet

And they ran off

You know a nigga fucking your hoe

Don't be a hater

That don't mean you shouldn't fuck her no more

She be back later

Don't talk about no cables

You ain't done a nigga

Know you lying

You ain't talking about no money

Bitch get off my line

You know your homeboy ratting

You used to hang with him

If you ride with him

You in danger with him

I ain't going out

Unless they pay me or let in my gun

Nine times outta ten

I'm running into opps in the club

Fuck that

I ain't take her out

Unless I'm gonna fuck

All that

All I want is money sex drugs nigga

[Chorus]

All that typing on the internet

Gonna get somebody hurt

Knowing you ain't like that

You gonna end up on somebody shirt

If you beefing with a nigga

Then you better slide first

Before you taking something from me

I'ma die first

I'ma die first