[Intro: Struggle Jennings]
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
We don't believe you

[Verse 1: Struggle Jennings]
West side now I been there 'fore it was ever cool for you to say that
Go way back we the Real McCoy, talk slick and you laid back
Play back to the old days, you rappin' 'bout my old ways
I do me while you do the K, did it first now you're too late
I'm 250 you're featherweight, good night if you hesitate
Accelerate or you better wait, for it escalate and you levitate
You got stars you got stripes, I clean slate chalk boards
You got weight, I recalibrate, then interrogate and you talk more
I can orchestrate your last call, fornicate with your last broad
I'll throw a fast ball I swing hard, dig deep hit a back wall
I was raised up in the backyard, bulldogs learned to get it tough
I call bluffs with a phone call, hit send I said enough

[Chorus: Jelly Roll]
I bet you smoke like Willie
I bet you live like Waylon
But you got stars and stripes
Oh you an outlaw ain't ya
Bet you the Real McCoy
Ain't nothin' 'bout you gimmick
I bet you been out in it
I bet you go out and get it
We don't believe you
No not a word up out your mouth
Your story don't check out
That shit you talk you ain't about
We don't believe you
Sound like a big ol' bunch of lies
Put my right hand to the sky
Baby let me testify
We don't believe you
[Verse 2: Alexander King]
Let's fuck around get up on the stand tell a whole bunch of lies about your home boy
Even though there was a plan stick together be a man prolly go and get your own lawyer
Oh boy these boys got life fucked up (Fucked up)
If I hear another God damn song from a fake cowboy in a leased out truck
I'ma fuck around lose my shit brah
Look close, real close there ain't shit like us
Does he walk talk dress like us
Don't mean that he built like us
Just a whole bunch of Tonka tough
Never had to pull it out the mud from the bottom of the hill like us
Fight no case, no judge no cuffs
Just sounded good to make a couple of bucks
I thought I've seen it all 'til I seen y'all
Not the same not at all
Naw these boys softer than aerosol
Bunch of loud talk no fuckin' balls
Most of 'em don't even smoke at all
Just photo-opin' like some fuckin' broads
Swear to God they some outlaws
'Til the shit really fuck around pop off

[Chorus: Jelly Roll]
I bet you smoke like Willie
I bet you live like Waylon
But you got stars and stripes
Oh you an outlaw ain't ya
Bet you the Real McCoy
Ain't nothin' 'bout you gimmick
I bet you been out in it
I bet you go out and get it
We don't believe you
No not a word up out your mouth
Your story don't check out
That shit you talk you ain't about
We don't believe you
Sound like a big ol' bunch of lies
Put my right hand to the sky
Baby let me testify
We don't believe you
[Verse 3: Jelly Roll]
Howdy y'all, damn I blowed
In my city I'm the man to know
Every night what I'm landin' on
Is a bad bitch with no panties on
Hey dude who you talkin' to
Hey girl let me talk to you (Come here)
I'ma do what I got to do
They know us son so we walkin' through
I'm a gangster down to my barn baby
Hope on it 'cause we goin' places (Come on)
I can't lie we used to smoke that stress but the best is what we've been blowin' lately
Hey girl you know I'm crazy
I think you like it you crazy too
I'ma a gangster dude doin' gangster tunes
So I played it cool and you made a move
Talk that street shit always
Then flip your shit like Kanye
It's the same dudes that be talkin' loud that end up singin' like Beyonce
Hey man, fuck what y'all say
Let's bow our heads and we'll all pray
For these stupid mother fuckers that be actin' like us all day

[Chorus: Jelly Roll]
I bet you smoke like Willie
I bet you live like Waylon
But you got stars and stripes
Oh you an outlaw ain't ya
Bet you the Real McCoy
Ain't nothin' 'bout you gimmick
I bet you been out in it
I bet you go out and get it
We don't believe you
No not a word up out your mouth
Your story don't check out
That shit you talk you ain't about
We don't believe you
Sound like a big ol' bunch of lies
Put my right hand to the sky
Baby let me testify
We don't believe you