Cahleh - Juannabe Lyrics

Uh, tell me who a real nigga and who ain't one
You a liar, you never came where I'm from
You wannabe hood nigga, huh, no gangsta
Fake ass chains, take em off you see us, huh
Cheatin' on your last chick, shorty was a ten, your new girl is a seven
I mean that's pretty great, sad to see that you make her feel like a four
If you a real nigga, you wouldn't make her insecure, huh
Don't leave her round me, I'll make sure that she always feels cured
Damn, tell me the score, 'cause I'm tired seenin' your bitch ass at the door
You should've been an actor the way you livin' out fantasies surprises me
But, don't ever think that you cool with me
Don't ever think that you cool with me, bitch
I pop off on you, snake ass nigga, I make boots off you
Expose, I write a book right off you
Got that strap, I buck off on you, got that blade, I slice one off you
Wack ass tats, lemme burn them off you, ink so bad lemme skin them off you
Your girl too fine, lemme take her from you, my wifey said I should swoop her off you
Loyal to the code, never seen that from you
Got love for your mama, never seen that from you
Hit a lick in broad day, I don't see that in you
Dog ass nigga I smell bitch right on you
You don't know how it feels to have a target on you
Well now you do, wrist itchin' to smack the shit outta you
Got no lips, easy to chip your tooth
Probably thinkin' that K got a screw loose, nah, nigga it's straight up screw you
Nah f*ck you and f*ck what you wanna do
You ain't a mechanic don't tell me how to fix my whip you fool
How does Julie make you drool?
Creep ass nigga keep on lookin' for her
Don't make me tell your girlfriend bout her
You not from Hartford nigga, you from Canton nigga, stop actin' like you run shit nigga
I hate this nigga, I wanna slap this nigga, too bad I have to work with this nigga
He a lame ass nigga, he a bitch ass nigga, smoke weed but doesn't inhale ass nigga
How you 19 with a DUI my nigga? Your whip sound like it finna blow up nigga
F*ck this nigga, man, I hate this nigga, he a wannabe Rico Suave nigga
To be honest with you, you shouldn't even say nigga, bitch nigga
How the f*ck is Ryan blacker than you bitch nigga?
Huh, again f*ck this nigga, man, I hate this nigga
Everyone clowns you they don't even like you nigga
Bless you nigga, you gon need it nigga, lemme stop calling you nigga
I see you as a whitey lil wigga, go back to school you bitch ass wigga
Lame ass wigga, you're a whitey lil wigga, can't speak Spanish right, damn you are a wigga
Hol' up nah f*ck callin' you a wigga, lil wigga, bitch, you straight up cappin' ass cracker
You just wish that you was blacker, might call 12 'cause you need some backup
Crashed two whips, oh, how'd you hol' up?
Instead of Angie, it should've been you
Tryna fight boy, man, what you finna do?
Call up your mommy and be all boo-hoo
Don't test me pendejo, try me then I'ma just go boom-boom-boom-boom-boom!
That was just a warm up, huh
That was just a warm up, huh
That was just a warm up, huh
Now I'm levelin' up, now I'm levelin' up, huh
Bitch, I'm levelin' up, huh, bitch, I'm levelin' up
Okay, you don't wanna see me black out, where I'm from we bring them guns out
No muscles we bring that iron out, and the iron bring that metal out
Don't make me bring Adoni out, he'd love to see you get whacked out
Not as much as me, bitch, I really wanna see you bleed
On low we know that you be switching teams
The way you look at Angel is more than a friendly thing
He got son boy, you can't replace that
Your life well I'ma just take that
I'm not afraid to buss back
Try to attack I'll take your neck and just snap that, no SnapBack, I need a hazmat
You f*ck dirty white bitches without a wrap
Nigga you's a walking trap
Surprised you got no STIs from that one girl from that is a wife
Real niggas don't mess with trife, ass bitches that move fast as light
She was a solid four, she was built just like Ice Spice
Ass ain't move like water, you know that shit was stiff right?
No shame in implants but, you was sayin' that it was real right?
Kinda like your life alright, it's a living lie, alright,
Nigga I'm getting energized, I can do this all day and night
You ain't got license for bike
Where's your motorcycle, hombre?
Where's that house in the hood, hombre?
Where in Hartford are you from, hombre?
Can't name street in my hood, hombre
All you know came from stories hombre
Shouldn't be scared hombre
Of being yourself hombre
Treatin' this with the art of war
You ain't know what I got in store
No one really likes you bro, they all just tolerate you bro
Got more in my closet door, got more hidden in the floor, this ain't all I know of course
Take your sweet ass back to Canton with a new white whore
If I find out you're on life support, I'ma break in and pull the cord