GET OUT MY FACE

I don’t fuck with fakes yeah
If you want to hate get the fuck up out my face yeah
They think that i changed, but i been stay the same yeah
I don’t fuck with lames, get the fuck up out my lane
In it for the game bitch got to carry weight

If you want to hate, get the fuck up out my face
If you want to hate, get the fuck up out my face
If you want to hate, get the fuck up out my face
I don’t fuck with lames, i don’t fuck with fakes

Bitch i’m really rolling through these streets
Watching for the police on the creep
Bitch i really know that i’m a beast
Proof when i hop on a beat

So i rock with my g’s, got a lot in my jeans
Like a Glock 23, and a lot of the green
I might hop up on a beat, then let these bitches know what’s up
I got to stop for some cheese, but i’m right back in the cut

From the morning to the sunset, i just recollect
That i ain’t ever really done yet, pull up then i flex
I’m really bout to get this money, bitch i represent
I’m really mother fucking hustling, balling till my death

You got a demon in your premises, coming for your head again
I ain’t ever playing i been looking for the betterment
Let ‘em in, know that i be puffing on this medicine
Benefits, got me sky high when they settle in

Never let never let never let go
Bitch i flex like the geico gecko
To my right to my left do my step though
Out of sight, then i’m on to the next hoe

I don’t fuck with fakes yeah
If you want to hate get the fuck up out my face yeah
They think that i changed, but i been stay the same yeah
I don’t fuck with lames, get the fuck up out my lane yeah
In it for the game bitch got to carry weight

If you want to hate, get the fuck up out my face
If you want to hate, get the fuck up out my face
If you want to hate, get the fuck up out my face
I don’t fuck with lames, i don’t fuck with fakes