Posers & Pretenders (feat. ihss 2)

(Whoever you surround yourself with)
(You around ten broke niggas, you gone be, the eleventh one)
(You with somebody, and they, they somebody that's high energy)
(Or a powerful person)
(You know that's motivation for you to stay on top of your game)

Aye, red-bone bitch she want to fuck with a player
And I ain't trippin' off them niggas
Cause I know that they just haters
Aye bitch this real G shit, you ain't fuckin' with no faker
And niggas fuckin' with me, I send niggas to meet they maker
Aye, love no hoe, I ain't trustin' a bitch
These niggas weirdos, on the real though, I ain't trustin' a snitch
You niggas posers and pretenders, y'all bound to switch
Man get the fuck up off your ass, 'cause i'm bound to get rich
Niggas only want to come around, when you touchin' money
Shit, man that shit crazy, I find that shit funny
You can't get none of mine, you ain't fuckin' with a dummy
You see these checks comin' in, all of a sudden you love me?
Dead-homies, you niggas goin' out sad
I'm Mr. Save no ho', these bitches doin' niggas bad
You ever gave a bitch the last dollar that you fuckin' had?
Shit, I ain't never did it, I ain't goin' out like that
Huh, I tell 'em
"Nah broke bitch, you can't get a damn thing from me"
These niggas snakes up in the grass
I can't let these niggas hang with me
Bitch i'm the realest nigga you've ever had
Bitch ain't no fakin' me
I know they thinkin' bout snakin' me
That's why I keep that thang with me

Aye, red-bone bitch she want to fuck with a player
And I ain't trippin' off them niggas
Cause I know that they just haters
Aye bitch this real G shit, you ain't fuckin' with no faker
And niggas fuckin' with me, I send niggas to meet they maker
Aye, love no hoe, I ain't trustin' a bitch
These niggas weirdos, on the real though, I ain't trustin' a snitch
You niggas posers and pretenders, y'all bound to switch
Man get the fuck up off your ass, 'cause i'm bound to get rich

Aye, Mr. Trust no-one, it's really fuck a day-one
And I keep it movin', steady gassin' 'til that pape' come
Niggas can't compete, on my momma, 'cause I been one
Niggas really broke, that ain't me 'cause I been up
Main-line thuggin', you a opp? Pick your gun up
Poser and pretender, on the set, yeah he gone fold
Choppa' in the back, with ARP on that back row
Hop out, all black, tented van with them fat loads
Do it for the guys, and all my troopers that ain't comin' home
Still bitch-slap a dumb nigga, better watch your tone
And I'm ridin' 'round with four blicks, I ain't never alone
Niggas pocket-watchin', don't got shit, the fuck you on?
Outside, every-fuckin'-day and i'm clutchin' a pole
Everybody woofin', be your homies that sat up and told
Keep it stitch-lipped, stayin' solid, and never gone fold
Yeah aight, stayin' solid and never gone fold, two nigga
Yeah, i'm clowin' you bitch ass niggas bro
2023, boss up, dead-homies



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Writer(s): Darrin Jermaine Labriel
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