[Verse 1] Step outside with the Rams, I'm mad Why do you think I just come off tag Gwopz is a fucking nerd and his older brother's a fucking fag Saw me and 5ive and he fucking dashed (dashed off) And Creep Sav left his bike when Kaypee backed that mash Came Trapstar then head off the door then Remz got splashed And if you're talking Dappz then hashtag facts Cah man don't lie upon tracks Like ten man caught me on a lack (on a fucking lack) A few months later I walk with my strap Why do you think R9 got bagged? These pussy niggas so neeky And if you want to know who's the wettest in West, I'll tell you right now that its Jeezy I didn't apply no pressure, I had him on ropes real easy Dont act for the fans, I beg man stop talking greazy I put dark in cling, I put light in cling Bucking to opps, double tap that dots, boom, bow man light up his skin Out all day that's how I make the phone line ring Protect my chest cos man can't die like (no I can't) No I can't die like him (no I can't)
[Hook] Fans wan' know the truth, we dont lie in the booth We buy guns and we sell food, and we bang bang on these yutes He came around and got corn crashed for his coupe These niggas act for the net, all my niggas talking the truth Fans wan' know the truth, we dont lie in the booth We buy guns and we sell food, and we bang bang on these yutes He came around and got corn crashed for his coupe These niggas act for the net, all my niggas talking the truth
[Verse 2] You're talking grub, but mine come better All of the opps are the same, the opps ain't got no gender You're talking guns, but have you ever held one? The opps ain't got no gender, that's why my niggas dem stabbed up L1 The bud is green, the dark is brown and the crack look yellow Scored on your boss, same way broski scored on Fredo Hitting corn from Notting Hill Gate to the bottom of Belo No this beef can't settle, that's why I step with the metal Thats why I step with the metal 90 miles on the main road, I dont care about humps or ditches These niggas act for the bitches, 'till they get stabbed and turn into snitches Free my nigga JSav, free JSav out the prison Free my nigga JSav, free JSav out the prison
[Hook] Fans wan' know the truth, we dont lie in the booth We buy guns and we sell food, and we bang bang on these yutes He came around and got corn crashed for his coupe These niggas act for the net, all my niggas talking the truthTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
