(Chorus)

Tell me why these niggas always faking,pull up on my bro I leave you shaking,Got my 44 and it’s always banging,Cannot trust nobody you’re the same thing

(Verse)

Aye am too busy with them bands,niggas talking shit I dropped the clip and made them dance,bitches on my dick the Gucci put them in a trance,nigga take your bitch like why she grabbing on my pants (oh) Yeah that 40 in your waist give me them bands,you were never with me now you wanna be a fan,I just sip the lean (these niggas?) where’s your mans?

She got my dick like she from France

Where’s my stash? Am bout to make a dash uh. Gucci bag,plus my bitch make niggas mad,Now you’re sad cause am getting all the bags,Talking shit,while she calling me her dad

Glock down,30 40 on my waist bitch,Talk down you caught it in your face bitch.What you want now? Told you I don’t deal with basics

Now she wanna fuck and kiss my niggas ,yea we made it

(Chorus)

Tell me why these niggas always faking,pull up on my bro I leave you shaking,Got my 44 and it’s always banging,Cannot trust nobody you’re the same thing