Niggas saying that I'm fake
I just made some bands now I keep it in my face
Niggas I don't trust if I ain't see em everyday
It's a lotta niggas tryna make me feed em but I can't
I guarantee that money it would make a nigga fake
And bitches want me bad just because I got a name
She said imma be her first shorty u insane
I bet I couldn't if I ain't even have this fame
Or money you would think tht I'm a lame
Went through all that shit, and all that shit been had me change
Now they call me fake, cause they can't hang wit my gang
Pockets full of fat cash, nigga it's too late
They all knowin ion lack, cuz I be walking wit that pole
Suckin on my snicker, now my nut gon hit her throat
Now I'm walking flee, neck and wrist be hella froze
Put em onnat t-shirt, if we know he told,
Roll him innat fat wood, on his name yeah we gon blow
Used to love my dubs, now my money crippin blue
Now these niggas beggin, "aye yo help me pay my food"
Knew I was that nigga, way before they ate my dick
Now I'm blowing all this bread, and that OG to the head
Lotta niggas envy cuz i'm doin what they ain't,
Now when we walk up anywhere, and they all gon know my name
Now they call me fake, I tell em f*ck outta face
But juss know that I be knowing
Niggas saying that I'm fake
I just made some bands now I keep it in my face
Niggas I don't trust if I ain't see em everyday
It's a lotta niggas tryna make me feed em but I can't
I guarantee that money it would make a nigga fake
And bitches want me bad just because I got a name
She said imma be her first shorty u insane
I bet I couldn't if I ain't even have this fame
Or money you would think tht I'm a lame
Oh we gone rob him
No we don't talk about or problem we just solve em
And yeah my shorty is a rider so don't try some
Use to be broke and niggas never offered
They screaming, "Put Me On"
I ain't no pussy you can see it in these songs
I hang with killers you can test me and be gone
These niggas always talking on the gram, talking wrong
You ain't a killa you a keyboard pussy wearin a thong
Late night trappin you know I miss it
Trippin, trap ass van we hit them missions
Visions, I get to this paper and now I'm winning
Digits, the money you know it bring me the bitches on my dick
Came from credit frauds stealing cars hitting licks
Now this car garage sitting large like a bitch
All these years of trappin I ain't ever had a snitch
Only fear Allah I treat these niggas like they fake
Niggas saying that I'm fake
I just made some bands now I keep it in my face
Niggas I don't trust if I ain't see em everyday
It's a lotta niggas tryna make me feed em but I can't
I guarantee that money it would make a nigga fake
And bitches want me bad just because I got a name
She said imma be her first shorty u insane
I bet I couldn't if I ain't even have this fame
Or money you would think that I'm a lame
YBC Fayzo - Put Me on (feat. Yung Rado) Lyrics
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Niggas saying that I'm fake
I just made some bands now I keep it in my face
Niggas I don't trust if I ain't see em everyday
It's a lotta niggas tryna make me feed em but I can't
I guarantee that money it would make a nigga fake
And bitches want me bad just because I got a name
She said imma be her first shorty u insane
I bet I couldn't if I ain't even have this fame
Or money you would think tht I'm a lame
Went through all that shit, and all that shit been had me change
Now they call me fake, cause they can't hang wit my gang
Pockets full of fat cash, nigga it's too late
They all knowin ion lack, cuz I be walking wit that pole
Suckin on my snicker, now my nut gon hit her throat
Now I'm walking flee, neck and wrist be hella froze
Put em onnat t-shirt, if we know he told,
Roll him innat fat wood, on his name yeah we gon blow
Used to love my dubs, now my money crippin blue
Now these niggas beggin, "aye yo help me pay my food"
Knew I was that nigga, way before they ate my dick
Now I'm blowing all this bread, and that OG to the head
Lotta niggas envy cuz i'm doin what they ain't,
Now when we walk up anywhere, and they all gon know my name
Now they call me fake, I tell em f*ck outta face
But juss know that I be knowing
Niggas saying that I'm fake
I just made some bands now I keep it in my face
Niggas I don't trust if I ain't see em everyday
It's a lotta niggas tryna make me feed em but I can't
I guarantee that money it would make a nigga fake
And bitches want me bad just because I got a name
She said imma be her first shorty u insane
I bet I couldn't if I ain't even have this fame
Or money you would think tht I'm a lame
Oh we gone rob him
No we don't talk about or problem we just solve em
And yeah my shorty is a rider so don't try some
Use to be broke and niggas never offered
They screaming, "Put Me On"
I ain't no pussy you can see it in these songs
I hang with killers you can test me and be gone
These niggas always talking on the gram, talking wrong
You ain't a killa you a keyboard pussy wearin a thong
Late night trappin you know I miss it
Trippin, trap ass van we hit them missions
Visions, I get to this paper and now I'm winning
Digits, the money you know it bring me the bitches on my dick
Came from credit frauds stealing cars hitting licks
Now this car garage sitting large like a bitch
All these years of trappin I ain't ever had a snitch
Only fear Allah I treat these niggas like they fake
Niggas saying that I'm fake
I just made some bands now I keep it in my face
Niggas I don't trust if I ain't see em everyday
It's a lotta niggas tryna make me feed em but I can't
I guarantee that money it would make a nigga fake
And bitches want me bad just because I got a name
She said imma be her first shorty u insane
I bet I couldn't if I ain't even have this fame
Or money you would think that I'm a lame
I just made some bands now I keep it in my face
Niggas I don't trust if I ain't see em everyday
It's a lotta niggas tryna make me feed em but I can't
I guarantee that money it would make a nigga fake
And bitches want me bad just because I got a name
She said imma be her first shorty u insane
I bet I couldn't if I ain't even have this fame
Or money you would think tht I'm a lame
Went through all that shit, and all that shit been had me change
Now they call me fake, cause they can't hang wit my gang
Pockets full of fat cash, nigga it's too late
They all knowin ion lack, cuz I be walking wit that pole
Suckin on my snicker, now my nut gon hit her throat
Now I'm walking flee, neck and wrist be hella froze
Put em onnat t-shirt, if we know he told,
Roll him innat fat wood, on his name yeah we gon blow
Used to love my dubs, now my money crippin blue
Now these niggas beggin, "aye yo help me pay my food"
Knew I was that nigga, way before they ate my dick
Now I'm blowing all this bread, and that OG to the head
Lotta niggas envy cuz i'm doin what they ain't,
Now when we walk up anywhere, and they all gon know my name
Now they call me fake, I tell em f*ck outta face
But juss know that I be knowing
Niggas saying that I'm fake
I just made some bands now I keep it in my face
Niggas I don't trust if I ain't see em everyday
It's a lotta niggas tryna make me feed em but I can't
I guarantee that money it would make a nigga fake
And bitches want me bad just because I got a name
She said imma be her first shorty u insane
I bet I couldn't if I ain't even have this fame
Or money you would think tht I'm a lame
Oh we gone rob him
No we don't talk about or problem we just solve em
And yeah my shorty is a rider so don't try some
Use to be broke and niggas never offered
They screaming, "Put Me On"
I ain't no pussy you can see it in these songs
I hang with killers you can test me and be gone
These niggas always talking on the gram, talking wrong
You ain't a killa you a keyboard pussy wearin a thong
Late night trappin you know I miss it
Trippin, trap ass van we hit them missions
Visions, I get to this paper and now I'm winning
Digits, the money you know it bring me the bitches on my dick
Came from credit frauds stealing cars hitting licks
Now this car garage sitting large like a bitch
All these years of trappin I ain't ever had a snitch
Only fear Allah I treat these niggas like they fake
Niggas saying that I'm fake
I just made some bands now I keep it in my face
Niggas I don't trust if I ain't see em everyday
It's a lotta niggas tryna make me feed em but I can't
I guarantee that money it would make a nigga fake
And bitches want me bad just because I got a name
She said imma be her first shorty u insane
I bet I couldn't if I ain't even have this fame
Or money you would think that I'm a lame
Writer: Firomsa Yusuf
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