Who Real
Who real?
Who fake?
Fuck a bitch in the butt on a fucking Tuesday
Yeah, don't care what you say
Yeah, watch porn on blu-ray
The thing is
My big dick
Its swinging
No need for wingmen
Head on the bed that's a dingaling kiss
You want beef with me boy what is you thinking?
Enough of that flow
Whori Hoefield had enough of that hoe
Glock 40 you know I'm tucking that pole
Fuck it its smoke
Running with foes
In the tundra it's cold
You know I'm with it that's something you know
Got nothing for hoes I'll nut in ya throat
Yall done got me pissed off
Ya shits soft
Running with a rocket that's Chris Paul
Shoot until the clip gone
It's on
Bitch you dont toat nothin
Fuck around I might smoke something
Pussy you ain't on nothing
Two niggas I got em both running
Hoe hustling
Since a younglin I've been pole clutching
If the police run down on me I dont know nothing
Bitches fighting over my dick they both buggin
They both want it
Faggots I body bag em with a magnum
Toe tag em, hop in the bandwagon
Pants sagging, bitch gagging
Anyday it's free smoke
Still screaming free Rico
Choppa with a beam tho
Shoot your momma now she in bleed mode
Who real?
Who fake?
Implants, your boobs fake
Julian dont want rounds with me,
How many L's did you take?
"Ball" was a flop, you better make a comeback
Before it's too fucking late
You take yourself for a hot shot
Tryna act hard for ya boys
Your first and last song was a flop
But you was never topping the charts
Just know I'm God in this bitch
You just one of my servants
You suck on the balls and the stick
Dropped one song and you calling it quits
Says my last tape was trash but you know you ain't heard it
You in heat with the Gooney's,
You shouldn't have got in this shit
You wanted a diss you got it
And I'm making sure that this shits psychotic
I'll murk you on anything just pick the topic
Lil pussy line your whole squad up and I'll list the targets
Heard "Ball" and that shit was garbage
Ever since Kassidy I've been living heartless
Think your better than me you must be retarded
Look at what you fucking started
Thirteen shots call me James Harden
My switchblade it stays sharpened
Julian you fucking toothpick
I shoot shit for amusement
Red dot, playing tag, who's it?
No heart like I'm 21, Metrobooming
Davey let's go shooting
Dead hoes when I walk in
And ten toes when I'm walking
Julian stop frauding
Kassidy stop calling
No lie you can suck my dick
And Hunter your a fucking bitch
Doughty your a fucking snitch
And Jordan cant rap for shit
Everything I just said was accurate
Pussy motherfuckers ain't even masculine
Grab a stick, pop half the clip call that savageness
And then I'm gonna throw a motherfucking party after this
Now tell me who real and tell me who fake?
Tell me what is your deal and
Why do you always hate
I came up in this shit for the money
Ion got time for no games
Fuck that bitch, oh wait I forgot that hoes name
You wanna shoot shit we can do this both ways
If you want rounds J, I'll be at your door anyday
Who fake?
Fuck a bitch in the butt on a fucking Tuesday
Yeah, don't care what you say
Yeah, watch porn on blu-ray
The thing is
My big dick
Its swinging
No need for wingmen
Head on the bed that's a dingaling kiss
You want beef with me boy what is you thinking?
Enough of that flow
Whori Hoefield had enough of that hoe
Glock 40 you know I'm tucking that pole
Fuck it its smoke
Running with foes
In the tundra it's cold
You know I'm with it that's something you know
Got nothing for hoes I'll nut in ya throat
Yall done got me pissed off
Ya shits soft
Running with a rocket that's Chris Paul
Shoot until the clip gone
It's on
Bitch you dont toat nothin
Fuck around I might smoke something
Pussy you ain't on nothing
Two niggas I got em both running
Hoe hustling
Since a younglin I've been pole clutching
If the police run down on me I dont know nothing
Bitches fighting over my dick they both buggin
They both want it
Faggots I body bag em with a magnum
Toe tag em, hop in the bandwagon
Pants sagging, bitch gagging
Anyday it's free smoke
Still screaming free Rico
Choppa with a beam tho
Shoot your momma now she in bleed mode
Who real?
Who fake?
Implants, your boobs fake
Julian dont want rounds with me,
How many L's did you take?
"Ball" was a flop, you better make a comeback
Before it's too fucking late
You take yourself for a hot shot
Tryna act hard for ya boys
Your first and last song was a flop
But you was never topping the charts
Just know I'm God in this bitch
You just one of my servants
You suck on the balls and the stick
Dropped one song and you calling it quits
Says my last tape was trash but you know you ain't heard it
You in heat with the Gooney's,
You shouldn't have got in this shit
You wanted a diss you got it
And I'm making sure that this shits psychotic
I'll murk you on anything just pick the topic
Lil pussy line your whole squad up and I'll list the targets
Heard "Ball" and that shit was garbage
Ever since Kassidy I've been living heartless
Think your better than me you must be retarded
Look at what you fucking started
Thirteen shots call me James Harden
My switchblade it stays sharpened
Julian you fucking toothpick
I shoot shit for amusement
Red dot, playing tag, who's it?
No heart like I'm 21, Metrobooming
Davey let's go shooting
Dead hoes when I walk in
And ten toes when I'm walking
Julian stop frauding
Kassidy stop calling
No lie you can suck my dick
And Hunter your a fucking bitch
Doughty your a fucking snitch
And Jordan cant rap for shit
Everything I just said was accurate
Pussy motherfuckers ain't even masculine
Grab a stick, pop half the clip call that savageness
And then I'm gonna throw a motherfucking party after this
Now tell me who real and tell me who fake?
Tell me what is your deal and
Why do you always hate
I came up in this shit for the money
Ion got time for no games
Fuck that bitch, oh wait I forgot that hoes name
You wanna shoot shit we can do this both ways
If you want rounds J, I'll be at your door anyday
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Writer(s): Brandon Perna, David Alexander
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