Can't Pretend
Cant pretend on me I'm the realest
Ain't taking leases, every whip, bitch I own it
People gon' try telling you what the deal is
I can't trust a fake, I just see your persona
Bitches tapping on my pics, I'm a catch
And my shooters keep masks, they ain't tryna catch covid
All I gotta do is tell em attack
If he talk with his chest, we leave him on his back
Bitches claiming that they thick like they ain't just rearrange some fat from they hips
Don't tell me that you got Brazilians
I got Somalians they not civilians, homie
I work for it, I don't work for somebody else
Ima go put the hate on the shelf
Too busy stacking up my wealth to focus on the opposition
They should worry bout themselves
You know what's my mood, bitch
Don't pretend like you didn't see it on my face
It ain't hard to tell that money on my mind
But it's harder to see through my Versace shades
I'm paranoid everybody back away
I only trust my dawgs from back in the day
They gassed him up then he got carried away
In a body bag, family gon' confirm his face, whoa
Sloppy sloppy
I told your shorty to run me sloppy
Sent her a couple of walkie-talkies
When I say come over she say "copy, copy"
She told me that she lucky that she got me
She told me if we went to where she from they'd try to rob me
I say "they could try it, no one gonna stop me"
Gotta keep the smoker, if they try to pop me
Can't pretend on me, I'm the heart of the streets
Know I came from the east
And my broski malnourished, they just wanna eat
And they call me Gervonta, I'm swinging on beats
I ain't missing, I hit that shit consistently
And she loving the flavour, wants dick every week
Bitch I'm going up like I just hopped in a lift
And you going down on me, it's making me weak
Expensive no cheap dates
I'm eating a steak that was mooing this morning
I'm waking up late
And I can't sing for you, I don't do free performance
Treat this shit like a sweepsteaks
If you pick your cards right you could stack till the dawn
I can't hit that shit weak, if you fuck with the kid, you'll be limping for a couple mornings
Can't pretend on me I still ain't hit my peak
I'm just going up, going up
Hop on it soon, 'cause I'm going up
She going down on me until she throw it up
Then she gon' spin it around and start throwing back
Heart attack, this bitch gon' fuck up my cardiac
Limo-tinted Escalade, that's the Cadillac
Gold faces on me while I smoke a purple pack
He ain't feel it, he ain't po' enough
Lately I ain't been letting myself grow enough
Fuck you if you watching bitch you been a ghost
They can't handle my weed they be super toast
Super cold, baby I got stupid flows
Educated bars and I got scholar dick
Bitch pulled up with with an A like she studied for it
Trade the D for the P it was perfect, yeah
Cant pretend on me I'm the realest
Ain't taking leases, every whip, bitch I own it
People gon' try telling you what the deal is
I can't trust a fake, I just see your persona
Bitches tapping on my pics, I'm a catch
And my shooters keep masks, they ain't tryna catch covid
All I gotta do is tell em attack
If he talk with his chest, we leave him on his back
Ain't taking leases, every whip, bitch I own it
People gon' try telling you what the deal is
I can't trust a fake, I just see your persona
Bitches tapping on my pics, I'm a catch
And my shooters keep masks, they ain't tryna catch covid
All I gotta do is tell em attack
If he talk with his chest, we leave him on his back
Bitches claiming that they thick like they ain't just rearrange some fat from they hips
Don't tell me that you got Brazilians
I got Somalians they not civilians, homie
I work for it, I don't work for somebody else
Ima go put the hate on the shelf
Too busy stacking up my wealth to focus on the opposition
They should worry bout themselves
You know what's my mood, bitch
Don't pretend like you didn't see it on my face
It ain't hard to tell that money on my mind
But it's harder to see through my Versace shades
I'm paranoid everybody back away
I only trust my dawgs from back in the day
They gassed him up then he got carried away
In a body bag, family gon' confirm his face, whoa
Sloppy sloppy
I told your shorty to run me sloppy
Sent her a couple of walkie-talkies
When I say come over she say "copy, copy"
She told me that she lucky that she got me
She told me if we went to where she from they'd try to rob me
I say "they could try it, no one gonna stop me"
Gotta keep the smoker, if they try to pop me
Can't pretend on me, I'm the heart of the streets
Know I came from the east
And my broski malnourished, they just wanna eat
And they call me Gervonta, I'm swinging on beats
I ain't missing, I hit that shit consistently
And she loving the flavour, wants dick every week
Bitch I'm going up like I just hopped in a lift
And you going down on me, it's making me weak
Expensive no cheap dates
I'm eating a steak that was mooing this morning
I'm waking up late
And I can't sing for you, I don't do free performance
Treat this shit like a sweepsteaks
If you pick your cards right you could stack till the dawn
I can't hit that shit weak, if you fuck with the kid, you'll be limping for a couple mornings
Can't pretend on me I still ain't hit my peak
I'm just going up, going up
Hop on it soon, 'cause I'm going up
She going down on me until she throw it up
Then she gon' spin it around and start throwing back
Heart attack, this bitch gon' fuck up my cardiac
Limo-tinted Escalade, that's the Cadillac
Gold faces on me while I smoke a purple pack
He ain't feel it, he ain't po' enough
Lately I ain't been letting myself grow enough
Fuck you if you watching bitch you been a ghost
They can't handle my weed they be super toast
Super cold, baby I got stupid flows
Educated bars and I got scholar dick
Bitch pulled up with with an A like she studied for it
Trade the D for the P it was perfect, yeah
Cant pretend on me I'm the realest
Ain't taking leases, every whip, bitch I own it
People gon' try telling you what the deal is
I can't trust a fake, I just see your persona
Bitches tapping on my pics, I'm a catch
And my shooters keep masks, they ain't tryna catch covid
All I gotta do is tell em attack
If he talk with his chest, we leave him on his back
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Writer(s): Sharif Taha
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