Lyrics

Turn the beat up Tell them boys to keep me out they mix And they know Ian playing Don't say we opps If you ain't spin And you ain't catch no fucking hat I know some niggas that I be around Then put shit on the map Can't do no beefing Cause they got polices And they got these rats Ain't got no friends Cause these people fake So who do I believe I'm armed and dangerous Don't fuck with them All I fuck with is me I'm out my body My moms don't like it when I'm on that lean Yeah world around town he got them sticks Go with your move and you gone see Oh he fucking with that He gone be deceased His people saying rest In peace Yeah you know you reach the deadline If you come fuck with me I'm tired and sick of all this fake love Wonder who fuck with me I just be smiling but he dead wrong So i just live and let it be I know that he can't fuck with me Even your favorite rapper can't fuck with me I still be posted in them streets For the ones who say they looking for me Don't get caught lacking with that bitch Cause if you do that's on your dick You broke the shit can't fix the shit I feel it's best you keep your distance This a letter to you thug I'm just hoping that you get it I'm the one who got them guns And can't never catch me slipping Was taught to get it out the mud Niggas knowing that we living I'm the realest in the club Yeah y'all know that we the realest Niggas know that we the realest Nigga know that we the realest
Writer(s): Glenn Thomas Krahl Johansen Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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