niggas fakes

(Intro) Yeah, huh, Big Bag shit, you know what the fuck goin’ on, Yeah, turn me up a lil’ bit in the headphones. (Verse 1) I came from nothin’, now I pull up in that matte black, Niggas talkin’ crazy? I ain’t trippin’, I just laugh back. Twenty bands in denim, still don’t sag — that’s a bag fact, She say I’m toxic, but she love me — yeah, that ass fat. Fuck a cosign, I been lit before the deal hit, I don’t chase clout, I chase checks, bitch, I’m real rich. Remember eatin’ noodles, now it’s lobster on the field trip, Glock on the dresser, I don’t sleep unless I feel lit. (Chorus) I talk my shit ’cause I earned it, Used to be broke, now I burn it. All of these racks, I confirm it, Fake-ass niggas, I discern it. I talk my shit, bitch, I meant that, Ain’t no cap in my sentence, facts. Ran that check up, then I sent that, Fuck what they say, I don’t bend back. (Verse 2) I’m too real for these rap niggas, they animated, Broke as hell, but actin’ rich — that shit exaggerated. Poppin’ bottles, fuck a budget, I’m calibrated, And I don’t argue with no ho — I get her fascinated. She wanna fuck ’cause I’m up now, He wanna hate, but he stuck now. Ain’t no smoke I duck now, Got shooters on go, don’t test how. They ain’t believe me, I made ’em regret it, Now they all beggin’, I told ‘em forget it. All of that pressure, I never did sweat it, Bitch, I’m the wave — you just pathetic. (Chorus) I talk my shit ’cause I earned it, Used to be broke, now I burn it. All of these racks, I confirm it, Fake-ass niggas, I discern it. I talk my shit, bitch, I meant that, Ain’t no cap in my sentence, facts. Ran that check up, then I sent that, Fuck what they say, I don’t bend back. (Outro) Talk my shit — yeah, talk my shit, Pockets too fat, can’t walk with it. Told my old bitch she lost this dick, Now I’m on flights, gettin’ bossed and rich. Bag.