F3dbaby - Not Phony Lyrics

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Nol, fytenol, f3d baby
Punchin' the clock on them, got a AR-15
They got a stock on it, you don't know Rick and Randy

Why is that? Cause they're my homies
I told her keep f*ckin' when I was locked up
Just not the guys, when she got lonely
Cause I'm a real one, I am not phony

I'm a real one, I am not phony
To some losses, that was draconian
His first brick, he got the rollie, free KP
Yeah, that's the brodie, in a TRX, listenin' to some oldies

Ballin' like Kobe, Chyna my shorty
She strapped with 40, I'm on probation
Keep it shh, when you see the police
I be spittin' fyntenol, know you might O.D

I was up in the kitchen whippin', they bought every thing
I was down to a shake bag, can't come to the plug naked
If you want it raw, then you gotta pay straight cash
I don't lip box, you out my weight class

Feds wanna put me in a straight jacket
I ain't trippin', unless the G4 in the clouds
I'm gettin' to a bag right now, got out with a Glock
Stashed in the ground, blowin' on Za Pass

It around, your nigga weak, he actually a clown
Can't get a job, bad background
You want a war, I won't back down
I am a king without the head crown

He was a op, no he dead now
This is a drum, hold a hundred rounds
Behind his limo tent, they don't see me
Punkin' told me shine, so I got VVs

I ain't goin' back, not to nene the hood need me
All these bitches greedy, I'ma hustle, never get sleepy
F*ck my ex, I changed my number up
Now she sad that she can't reach me

Punchin' the clock on them, got a AR-15
They got a stick on it, you don't know Rick and Randy
Why is that? Cause they're my homies
I told her keep f*ckin' when I was locked up

Just not the guys when she got lonely
I am not phony, I'm a real one
I am not phony to some losses
That was Draconian, his first brick, he got the Rollie

Free KP, yeah, that's the Brodie
In the TRX, listenin' to some oldies
Ballin' like Kobe, tryna mind shorty
She strappin' 40, I'm on probation

Keep it shh, when you see the police
I be spittin', fittin', all you might OD
Rapid fire when I spit, all these baddies on my dick
I be standin' on a business, in my city, I'm the realest

Turn my youngin' to a killer, hundred thousand to a million
Got the Trackhawk spinnin', and the trap sippin' Remy
Screamin' Free Sharif Fleming, 60 years on the sentence
Standin' tall till he finish, workin' out through the day

Brick a dog in the safe, f*ck em all they in the way
Lift her skirt, her drawers in the way
Six goons , we all gettin' faced
Pop the Perc, I hope it ain't laced

On Calli, yeah, we doin' great
If he don't get involved, he gon' hate
I'm the one they call for the H
Ballin' on him, Illinois State

Blood said he sent emon the freight
From projects to livin' on lakes
Before you die, leave the biggest estate
No room for error, we don't make mistakes

Pushin' the clock on him, got a AR-15
They got a stock on it
You don't know Rick and Randy, why is that

Cause they're my homies
I told her keep f*ckin' when I was locked up
Just not the guys, when she got lonely
Cause I'm a real one, I am not phony

I'm a real one, I am not phony
Till some law says, that was draconian
His first brick, he got the Rollie
Free KP, yeah, that's the Brodie

And the TRX, bitch, and that's some oldies
Keep it shh, when you see the police
I be spittin' fentanyl, you my O.D