$guap - Real From The Fake Lyrics

Brody told me stay down see the real from the fake
Baby Ap dunking on niggas like nate
I'll be cool with a deuce i ain't pouring no eight
I got bitches trying to f*ck in a whole other state
I'm a skinny ass nigga still pushing that weight
Can't go out like no bitch send his ass to the gates
Thinking ten steps ahead you behind then you late
You ain't making no ends on your ass everyday
I be dragging my nuts i feel like Andrew Tate
Trapping backwards you don't make shit at that rate
I'mma get to that money was born with that trait
You my bro and we locked then you know that you straight
I'mma thug cause i know i won't go like no bait
If the roster act up get a whole other slate
I'mma run up that cheddar no i cannot wait
If you owe me some ends then i need it today
Why he bluffing like i won't come slide on his rip
Got a bitch to come line me was already hip
You can't drink out my cup that 5 dollars a sip
Remember bro made a band off of cashapp flips
Moving shit with the dummy's we bagging up zips
I got one in the head and 13 in the clip
I ain't lacking baby boy it's right on the hip
You a junkie but shaming bitches cause they strip
These niggas be birdy as shit he was ducking his head i was just trying to get me a quack
These niggas gon say they your brother when shit hit the fan they gon switch cause they can't even react
Was f*cking up money i stepped on the gas billy told me keep pushing and don't look back
You can't just be making your re needa double that re if you really working in the trap
Some niggas gon say that they watching ya back when they really opening the back door
I took a loss had to run that shit up bought a bag of some G and i got off the pack more
Bro in the trap and he bagging up P's and he sliming niggas now he feel like a trap lard
Know all my niggas be doing they dirt i'm just praying that they don't run into the task force
To keep it 100 these little niggas been on that gay shit , dick eating they mans
I ran up a bag off of scales and the grams
See 12 in that mirror we taking that chance
I ran up a bag off of selling some plants
I'll know if i wanna bag you by a glance
He think he a thug choppa making him dance
My bitch play her role get designer from france
Uh huh you wrong as a man you be chilling with bruh and you know that he hot he got statements
Love when little shawty be eating me up , she don't care who around ate me up in the vacant
Niggas be capping like shit telling lies on them beats when you know damn well you ain't take shit
She keep throwing me the pussy , i know she a goodie , i f*ck i ain't using no latex
Brody told me stay down see the real from the fake
Baby Ap dunking on niggas like nate
I'll be cool with a deuce i ain't pouring no eight
I got bitches trying to f*ck in a whole other state
I'm a skinny ass nigga still pushing that weight
Can't go out like no bitch send his ass to the gates
Thinking Ten steps ahead you behind then you late
You ain't making no ends on your ass everyday
I be dragging my nuts i feel like Andrew Tate
Trapping backwards you don't make shit at that rate
I'mma get to that money was born with that trait
You my bro and we locked then you know that you straight
I'mma thug cause i know i won't go like no bait
If the roster act up get a whole other slate
I'mma run up that cheddar no i cannot wait
If you owe me some ends then i need it today