You love me and the love is fake
Like how the f*ck you feeling salty
And ain't made shit shake
Sneak dissin on the net
But friendly in my face
How the f*ck you love me and the love is fake
Like how the f*ck you feelin' salty?
And ain't made shit shake
Sneak dissin on the net but friendly in my face
I can't be around you niggas, I'm tryna elevate
Niggas had jobs and was still eatin off my plate
I was puttin' niggas on, they still want my place
Only been f*ckin' with B.O.A. and still run a chase
Scammin' niggas like my songs, that's cuz they can relate
Only been f*ckin' with B.O.A., still run a chase
I'm still puttin' niggas on, they still want my place tuh
Overlappin broke niggas, they still think it's a race
I'm the one these niggas copy, they do what Simon say
And if I don't know bitch then I'ma find a way
You get it out a hoe, nigga, I get it out a bank
You ain't never touched ten, think I'ma listen what you say?
Nah, bitch, nah, bitch, that's cuz we can't relate
Can't take advice from a broke nigga, that's a dumb nigga trait
Trying to find ways to get richer, so bitch, I'm up late
Every time you see me, it's somethin' new, it's a update
I'm on a different type of timin lil' bitch, I'm tryna f*ck face
F*ckin' up her hair like f*ck the lace
We get too busy when recordin' like f*ck the tape
We chillin', smokin' woods, listenin to old Drake
Baby, don't trip about them hoes, them bitches gon' hate
How could I let it slide
Must not been worried about them niggas, must've been hella high
Cause I be laughin' at you niggas, the hate, they tryna hide
Hatin' on your homies, but yo opps, you ain't tryna slide
I don't wanna hear what the next nigga got, what do you have?
Bitches be datin' niggas for money, but we knew that
You easy access for the bread, bitch ah food stamp
Niggas gettin' ideas when they see me, head light up like a lamp
Niggas got lightbulbs on they head, copy every time they get a chance
Sorry to break it to you, but yo lady, bitch, is a tramp
Throw some money on the table and they pussy gettin' damp
I just punched this lil' shit offline, yo, niggas shop at champs
Don't spark that wood till we hit the freeway ramp
Elevate from all my lessons, take my L's like champs
A nigga can't call me broke, cuz that's not evident
And ever since I left the bitch, I been up ever since
Stay yo' ass from round me if you ain't f*ckin' with me
I'm really gettin' money, friends mean nothin' to me
And when you really gettin' to it, hoes mean nothin' to you
That's just another person, eatin off yo plate, you got a bum with you
They only come around, when they sense the motion, they don't wanna thug it with you
Niggas be inspired, but this money make em feel uncomfortable
I hope niggas don't think they Youngboy think they untouchable
And you ain't really eatin' for real, probably just a Lunchable
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You love me and the love is fake
Like how the f*ck you feeling salty
And ain't made shit shake
Sneak dissin on the net
But friendly in my face
How the f*ck you love me and the love is fake
Like how the f*ck you feelin' salty?
And ain't made shit shake
Sneak dissin on the net but friendly in my face
I can't be around you niggas, I'm tryna elevate
Niggas had jobs and was still eatin off my plate
I was puttin' niggas on, they still want my place
Only been f*ckin' with B.O.A. and still run a chase
Scammin' niggas like my songs, that's cuz they can relate
Only been f*ckin' with B.O.A., still run a chase
I'm still puttin' niggas on, they still want my place tuh
Overlappin broke niggas, they still think it's a race
I'm the one these niggas copy, they do what Simon say
And if I don't know bitch then I'ma find a way
You get it out a hoe, nigga, I get it out a bank
You ain't never touched ten, think I'ma listen what you say?
Nah, bitch, nah, bitch, that's cuz we can't relate
Can't take advice from a broke nigga, that's a dumb nigga trait
Trying to find ways to get richer, so bitch, I'm up late
Every time you see me, it's somethin' new, it's a update
I'm on a different type of timin lil' bitch, I'm tryna f*ck face
F*ckin' up her hair like f*ck the lace
We get too busy when recordin' like f*ck the tape
We chillin', smokin' woods, listenin to old Drake
Baby, don't trip about them hoes, them bitches gon' hate
How could I let it slide
Must not been worried about them niggas, must've been hella high
Cause I be laughin' at you niggas, the hate, they tryna hide
Hatin' on your homies, but yo opps, you ain't tryna slide
I don't wanna hear what the next nigga got, what do you have?
Bitches be datin' niggas for money, but we knew that
You easy access for the bread, bitch ah food stamp
Niggas gettin' ideas when they see me, head light up like a lamp
Niggas got lightbulbs on they head, copy every time they get a chance
Sorry to break it to you, but yo lady, bitch, is a tramp
Throw some money on the table and they pussy gettin' damp
I just punched this lil' shit offline, yo, niggas shop at champs
Don't spark that wood till we hit the freeway ramp
Elevate from all my lessons, take my L's like champs
A nigga can't call me broke, cuz that's not evident
And ever since I left the bitch, I been up ever since
Stay yo' ass from round me if you ain't f*ckin' with me
I'm really gettin' money, friends mean nothin' to me
And when you really gettin' to it, hoes mean nothin' to you
That's just another person, eatin off yo plate, you got a bum with you
They only come around, when they sense the motion, they don't wanna thug it with you
Niggas be inspired, but this money make em feel uncomfortable
I hope niggas don't think they Youngboy think they untouchable
And you ain't really eatin' for real, probably just a Lunchable
Like how the f*ck you feeling salty
And ain't made shit shake
Sneak dissin on the net
But friendly in my face
How the f*ck you love me and the love is fake
Like how the f*ck you feelin' salty?
And ain't made shit shake
Sneak dissin on the net but friendly in my face
I can't be around you niggas, I'm tryna elevate
Niggas had jobs and was still eatin off my plate
I was puttin' niggas on, they still want my place
Only been f*ckin' with B.O.A. and still run a chase
Scammin' niggas like my songs, that's cuz they can relate
Only been f*ckin' with B.O.A., still run a chase
I'm still puttin' niggas on, they still want my place tuh
Overlappin broke niggas, they still think it's a race
I'm the one these niggas copy, they do what Simon say
And if I don't know bitch then I'ma find a way
You get it out a hoe, nigga, I get it out a bank
You ain't never touched ten, think I'ma listen what you say?
Nah, bitch, nah, bitch, that's cuz we can't relate
Can't take advice from a broke nigga, that's a dumb nigga trait
Trying to find ways to get richer, so bitch, I'm up late
Every time you see me, it's somethin' new, it's a update
I'm on a different type of timin lil' bitch, I'm tryna f*ck face
F*ckin' up her hair like f*ck the lace
We get too busy when recordin' like f*ck the tape
We chillin', smokin' woods, listenin to old Drake
Baby, don't trip about them hoes, them bitches gon' hate
How could I let it slide
Must not been worried about them niggas, must've been hella high
Cause I be laughin' at you niggas, the hate, they tryna hide
Hatin' on your homies, but yo opps, you ain't tryna slide
I don't wanna hear what the next nigga got, what do you have?
Bitches be datin' niggas for money, but we knew that
You easy access for the bread, bitch ah food stamp
Niggas gettin' ideas when they see me, head light up like a lamp
Niggas got lightbulbs on they head, copy every time they get a chance
Sorry to break it to you, but yo lady, bitch, is a tramp
Throw some money on the table and they pussy gettin' damp
I just punched this lil' shit offline, yo, niggas shop at champs
Don't spark that wood till we hit the freeway ramp
Elevate from all my lessons, take my L's like champs
A nigga can't call me broke, cuz that's not evident
And ever since I left the bitch, I been up ever since
Stay yo' ass from round me if you ain't f*ckin' with me
I'm really gettin' money, friends mean nothin' to me
And when you really gettin' to it, hoes mean nothin' to you
That's just another person, eatin off yo plate, you got a bum with you
They only come around, when they sense the motion, they don't wanna thug it with you
Niggas be inspired, but this money make em feel uncomfortable
I hope niggas don't think they Youngboy think they untouchable
And you ain't really eatin' for real, probably just a Lunchable
Writer: Mykiah Porter
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