Mm, mm, mm
Mm, mm, mm
Mm, mm, mm
No fake love, we was selling drugs
They were running up, we were [?]
Mm, mm, mm
Mm, mm, mm
No fake love, we was selling drugs
Mm, mm, mm
NFL yard line, nigga, I’m a hundred
Big Gotti, eighty-sum, fifteen from a hundred Ms
I heard they don’t fuck with me (ha), I don’t fuck with them
They say they gon’ do sum to a nigga, I ain’t one of them
Boy, please, put your hands on a gangsta, gon’ die
Fake love, I don’t even believe my bitches when they cry
Fuck love (NFL), I be having motion
Buy that bitch a bag, I can’t give her no emotions
In a Phantom with the hammer tucked (yeah), and I’m with Angela
I ain’t lost a crush since high school, I’m “Mr. Follow Up”
[?], lookin’ like I won the Super Bowl
I’m in the kitchen with this shit, I got a super stove
No fake love, we was selling drugs (whip it)
They were running up, we were [?]
Mm, mm, mm (Ay, you know I don’t be rappin’, I just be talkin’)
Mm, mm, mm (Tell a nigga what it really is)
Glo was nominated, same time on the low I’m gettin’ investigated (still)
I’m showin’ unity with CMG and niggas hate it (they hate it)
Dugg was doin’ it big ’cause he violated his probation (my nigga)
Told him stay strong and be patient (free [?])
The internet goin’ crazy, had to de-activate my Insta (log off)
Might see me with a chauffeur in that Phantom with that pistol
Might see me in the Forbes, but I’m one of them boys
Really got it out the kitchen, digital scale is my award
Ask Billboard, I wouldn’t do no cover without my guys, nigga, no lies, nigga
Beefin’ with my niggas, ain’t no size, nigga, I’m ridin’, nigga
White on white, big Phantom, I’m outside, ain’t no hidin’, nigga
You a dope boy tryna go the right way, then I’m the guide, nigga
No fake love, we was selling drugs (I am)
They were running up, we were [?] (I really am)
Mm, mm, mm
Mm, mm, mm
No fake love, we was selling drugs
They were running up, we were [?]
Mm, mm, mm
Mm, mm, mm
For real, if y’all wanna pull up on me, pull up on me
