Y’all Fake Rappers

Verse 1:
Tryna make a band but these fuckers wouldn't let us
Too much fucking feminism
I'm moving my ass to Texas
Don't call me a loser... I'm out here winning
My bars are so fire, straight out the oven
My homie from Paris
His girl gives a French kiss
Imma get loaded
Economic crisis

Hook:
I'm spending my money on my only homie
I'm rocking dat Gucci
I'm copping Versace
I'm stacking dam Benji's for s*** I do't need
Not on probation but i'll never smoke weed
I'm going (I'm going) I'm getting this cash
F*** all these classes and f*** all this jazz. (@Bob)
Y'all fake rappers can't even spit
Lil whatever, suck my ****

Bridge:
Ayo Bro, you wanna go to Tedeschi's after this?
Yee dude. Sure, why not?
Yo, you got a 20 bro?
No, only a 100
Yo, let's do it, whatever
Ya, skrr!
Aye
Ok, Ok, OK

Verse 2:
My bitches love kissing
Your bitches love tripping
Spreading hate, no reason
Stupid shit, just listen
I got too much hype
I never step off the mike
Your girl be a dyke
You got a problem, we gone fight...

Hook:
I'm spending my money on my only homie
I'm rocking dat Gucci
I'm copping Versace
I'm stacking dam Benji's for shit I do't need
Not on probation but i'll never smoke weed
I'm going (I'm going) I'm getting this cash
Fuck all these classes and fuck all this jazz
Y'all fake rappers can't even spit
Lil whatever, suck my dick