No Makeup

Wake up, bake yeah
Rich nigga get to the cake yeah
My bitch bad with no makeup
Tryna' live life tryna see where it take us huh
You ain't eating right boy get ya shape up
Me I stay winning and that's why they hate us
Prada shades on imma block out the haters
Dressed in all black I feel like a rager

I get to the bag I be doing dealings
Get you a bag get out ya feelings
I came back dropped a bag right up in Neiman's
Balenci boots I could stomp to the ceiling
Evisu from Japan they is not Korean
I put that shit on they say I'm conceited
Say you want smoke glock came concealed bitch
Ion' fuck with them they don't talk no real shit

That's some real shit
When it comes to niggas I'm the realest
I see through the fake fuck reveals bitch
And this not a rep boy this real Rick
My bro got a glock with a kill switch
If it hit you you gon' feel it, damn
I know you broke you don't know about bands
I hit that bitch now she say I'm the man

These niggas watching me on demand
Got my name in they mouths I know they some fans
I ran it up I ain't have a plan
Now these hoes wanna kick it like Jackie Chan
Bape on me you won't understand
Ice on me I can't go to the sand
You got no sauce lil nigga you bland
Counting my guap I need some more hands

Wake up, bake yeah
Rich nigga get to the cake yeah
My bitch bad with no makeup
Tryna' live life tryna see where it take us huh
You ain't eating right boy get ya shape up
Me I stay winning and that's why they hate us
Prada shades on imma block out the haters
Dressed in all black I feel like a rager

My bitch dressed in all black too
Hating on me nigga that's cool
If I up the glock point it at you
He gon' freeze up like a statue huh, huh
That's a fact too
He be lying on me, get a cap too
Why your bitch here taking all her clothes off
Tell her head to that room

They talk but they up in the background
Gas too loud that's that pack sound
My bitch a city girl she tryna act out
Hitting my phone so I cannot relax now
Bitch I'm booted off the X
Put diamonds on her neck now she give me neck
You not in my bracket you is not a threat
I stay with that tech, nigga like a ref
Banging on the net nigga that's a bet
I swear if I catch you, you getting drenched
That's on the set
Extend the clip, longer than Chet
Thirty-five shots, like I play for the Nets
He not a shooter that boy on the bench
Been the biggest bird since I came out the nest
Now I'm whipping birds to escape from the stress

Wake up, bake yeah
Rich nigga get to the cake yeah
My bitch bad with no makeup
Tryna' live life tryna see where it take us huh
You ain't eating right boy get ya shape up
Me I stay winning and that's why they hate us
Prada shades on imma block out the haters
Dressed in all black I feel like a rager



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Writer(s): Tyrelle Komepule
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