[Intro]
What? Uh, uh, uh
I'ma, uh, I'ma, uh
Nigga what? Nigga what?
Aye, Q Da Fool
Gang, gang, gang, gang
[Verse]
They stole the swag, but it's cool
I'm a trap nigga, so everything new
I got some shooters, they be high off the juice
I fuck on that bitch, that bitch pussy the truth
You be smoking on that low grade
High class can't smoke, that's why I count bread
Plus I'm a shooter, RIP Twin, got it tatted on my forehead
Got all this trap shit from my father, now my nigga a goop head
I let your bitch smoke designer drugs with all my thugs, she got good head
I'm on a mission, you better not be an issue
Fuck a bitch, I fell in love with this pistol
Alias, I might just slide in that rental
I've been retarded ever since I was little
I ain't worrying 'bout what you think
You better be worried 'bout Q Da Fool
You ain't never been up in no shootouts
Nigga never stood up like a general
Another one gon' bite the dust
If he try to run, now I gotta bust
You a dick eater, can't hang with us
I'm off a Xan and some angel dust
I ain't tryna love a bitch I'm tryna bust a nut
Since I've been hanging with my dogs I can't hang with moodies
And if the trap get hot then the trap moving
I can't kick it with that hoe because that hoe be choosing
My bitches love me, say that I'm the man
I gotta be bitch, fuck is you saying?
Q Da Fool, he making love to them bands
You looking mad, I just laugh at your ass
OG Bob said I'm moving too fast
He was right, 'cause I let shawty crash
Ooh, since a young nigga
Ain't do nothing but look up to drug dealers
Once I got older, I didn't
My brother Max got me hip to a lick
OG Bob got me hip to a stick
Now a get it cracking bitch, like a Ritz
I ain't tripping bitch, I'm finna be rich
Pop a Molly watch designer I switch
I need some Gucci oven mitts
Damn, It's getting hot up in this bitch
Said "fuck it", I'ma give you the swag
Anyways, 'cause y'all stealing the swag
Ole rapping nigga, I ain't feeling yo ass
Ahh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh
Try run up, yo ass gon' end up in a wheelchair
Real trap nigga, this shit be too real
Streets fucked up, nigga, ain't shit fair
They Ain’t Real was produced by Rob $urreal & Dolan Beats.