Supposedly

You dealing with real project niggas Brr You know what I'm saying? The biggest in You good Big 49 Pussy Chasers All these fucking sticks, you better watch how you approaching me Niggas started switching, now they mad they can't get close to me They mad She was trying to fuck me through DM, I hit back, "Hopefully." Okay Asked me if I'm fucking his little bitch, I'm like, "Supposedly." Ooh Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I'm like, "Supposedly." They killed my dog and asked Me if I'm good, I'm like, "Supposedly." I'm good Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I'm like, "Supposedly." This bitch in here trying to Get me hit, like she want to take my soul from me Real millionaire, real motionaire, nigga, I'm a trapper I was standing on the block all day With killers, turned into a rapper For real We done put niggas on the news and started Fucking their hoes, that shit be tragic For real Put money on niggas' heads, and I'm getting Their head tapped off that static, nigga Money, cars, and clothes Clothes, bros, and hoes Bro, and hoes Yeah Bitch says she love me, I'm like, "Yeah, I know." Yeah Bubble for the low, bitch, I got a strong nose Strong nose Yeah Woopty woop, shout out Woopty Woo, that's how shit go That's how shit go Yeah Product of the trenches, fucking niggas' bitches Yeah Man, baby Jesus, fuck the whole city Yeah Pills in my liver, I got bitches fucking bitches Yeah Free my uncle Keith, fighting a life sentence Yeah I'm like, "Bitch, I think I'm him." I am That's what I had said when she had asked me who I am Fuck I'm a tell her? I was trying to break the rim Flexing, balling Balling like I'm Capo, diamonds jamming out The gym, I do it M-I-Ne, gotta think hard Shit too easy This ain't no cash, she's trying to Fuck me, she ain't gotta think hard It's too easy It ain't no mask, I let this young bitch hold my bank card My bank greasy It ain't no cap, so many guns, this shit like Vanguard For no reason Shit ain't COD, all these niggas bleed like me Shit, all we fear is G-O-D Yeah His name in some paperwork because he talked to a C-O-P We cannot have smoke if I can help you with your V-O-P We way up at the T-O-P I hope you can spell, pussy She keep telling me that she want D's like she sell pussy Spinning in them V's, niggas know where I be, no 12 looking Hundred shot shorty right there in The trenches, feel like hell cooking Feel like hell Jumping on him social, we can't even Smoke him, he might tell something He might tell Niggas was tiny as shit, but now they on my dick Now they on my dick Every time I go talk to them dicks, 49 will plead the Fifth Plead the Fifth Every time I think about where I come From, I say, "Bitch, I'm him." I'm him Every time I go back to the hood, big ten mil on my hip Meek just showed me niggas dying, he on some feeling shit Some feeling shit I told him we made some mamas cry, bitch, we don't kill or shit We don't kill or shit How the fuck you see a top-op in your face and don't kill that nigga? Fuck you doing? Bitch, I'm GR by my dolo, I don't need no nigga I'm the type to put bro on, you the type to leave your niggas I'm the type to buy back who chrome, you the type penny pincher Huh Better be luck I ain't a fuck nigga Would have put your brother in it Would have put your brother in it Niggas mad the whole hood we fucked, nigga, you a mad nigga Yeah Million dollars ain't shit to us I'm the type nigga can't get touched Can't get touched I'm the type to go ghost a slut, can't let her fuck my emotion up Fuck my emotion up We the ones went, son, nigga ain't no recruiting us Recruiting us Remember that time I checked dude and he said he ain't said nothing? The trenches back alive, the killers back outside Killers back outside I'm out the 9, but after Juan died, I left the 9 All right On FaceTime with lil G to see the face because dude lying For real I'm the hottest in the street, every time I drop, the block hot For real Yeah Niggas pussy private parts, I shut up and get paid to talk Yeah High school sold weed out the jar Yeah Man, I took that shit too far Yeah I know dude a ho for sure, he ain't never had no pa Only pa he ever knew was a rat that don't want to talk Yeah We was dirty growing up- Yeah But I'm rich now, bitches up Up Man, we be with superstars- Yeah But Buck still be selling soap Yeah I'm going to let the hood pick me- Yeah I don't need no A & R Yeah And before this label shit, bitch, we been had A & R's Yeah