Lyrics:
Hook:
Who can I count on?...
If I aint have the heart to push this sh*t myself, who could I count on?...
They say I act like I don’t need nobody
the sh*t you did just to make a n*gga dumb, 101!
Don't f*ck around defence on point, Philipp Lahm!
You thought I was kidding when I said I'd never run
Aye
All Facts
This some real sh*t
(Woo woo woo woooo)
This some real sh*t
This some real sh*t!
They like
All u talk about
Is coming from nothing
Man
I be puttin' in these hours, all these hours, Yeah, the name Phr3sh like I'm steppin' out the shower
Yeah, I'm bouta start drippin' with the sauce,
I done literally stacked and starved for this sh**
I ain't have no options
I was out here wit the goons tryna rob the goblins
I was tryna get
Negativity, Away from me
Keep that fake sh-t far from me
You can't even get response from me
Get that bullsh-t away from me
Get that bullsh-t
HOOK-
-I swear I just don't know just what these N!**as on
-I don't know what's going on but they ain't on the sh^t I'm on
-man swear I just don't
I thought I told you
-I'm a real B!%ch
-I pop sh!t like I'm supposed to
-(Aaahhh x2)
V1:
-Ima pop like a lock.
-Get a drop from ya n*gga bring
YJ got me strapped brah
yeah. boy, bus down
(ye, YJ got me strapped brah)
boy don't complain on this sh**t
giving no fxck bout no bi**h
asking me
Cuban links on they Drip
Spend a hunna racks on my bitch
V8 do a lotta sh*t, yeah
N****s ain't gettin it, they chilling, ohh
YSL saint Laurent, D-G
Im back and I'm just rollin
I get baked Russel stover
Im going harder than ever
Cause I know its never over
Ill keep it on some real sh*t
I can't
Yeah, use to be a street boy
Use to chill with Willy on the block, could've been a D-boy
Every day some wild sh*t, that sh*t aint for the weak boy
Slaat! Slaat! Slaat! (Toxic)
Slaat! Slaat! Slaat! (Pop sh*t)
Slaat! Slaat! Slaat! (Ostrich)
Slaat! Slaat! Slaat! (Thot sick)
Aye, that perky got me
faviorite
that weak shit shave it
feelin' myself i got the whole block achin
(chorus)
(girl)does he think he da sh**
does he think he da sh**
dose he think
Run up the bands i had a week
Do what you gotta when you need it
Tryna ice my Patek Philippe
This sh*t ain't made for the weak
Run up the bands i had
like the sh*t on re
Say this p*ssy taste like water, so he taking big
Wash away all his sins, cause I got that drip
Put some respek on name, cause this
bussing but i didn't pop no damn molly
Yeah yeah b*tch i'm different
You wouldn't know sh*t about me til you sit and listen
She say damn I like your
I'm just tryna come up
I'm from where the fiends will shoot the drugs up
I ain't with that sh*t, I run the plays that bring my f*cking funds up
Oh
n*ggas just can't f*ck with em
You treat niggas like ya family
Turn out
You can't f*ck with em
Certain sh*t you can't come back from
I said some sh*t about
mercenary
Beat so tight and the flow is heavy
B.major um yeah
Sauce drip like a faucet
Run sh*t n*gga boss shit
Run sh*t f*ck talking
Run sh*t f*ck walking
They have been calling calling
That sh*t its awesome
They have been telling me
That sh*t its awesome
I dont sleep nower days
To make it awesome
All
bullsh*t
Im a cool kid really im a opportunist
You hella lazy you don't really like to do sh*t
You talking crazy don't make me pull out tht tool kit
We
I made a couple moves
Now they want some sh*t from me
Ive been going in
And I can't work for free
Business is when both parties
Benefit you see
We
name always paid the rent so she would never trip
Even had some n in the crib
Almost made a million in that ch
If you listen I be spitting some sh
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