[Intro]
(Dylvinci got the code)
Huh, yeah
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
N***as want beef, well I told him to pull up
Called the phone, lil' n***a ain't pick up
Wanna be grown, get dropped by a real n***a
Summer vacation, you still ain't learn yo lesson
I don't know who this n***a testin'
I tote Glocks and Smith & Wessons
Stick got cancer, n***a like a patient
N***as be internet, they fakin'
N***as be dissin' me with jokes, but I got facts, you n***as can't take it
Swear to god I ain't pick you up from ya mom in Atlanta n***a
Swear to god you wasn't asking to hold n***as sticks when they pointed the camera n***a
Swear to god you not fake bangin', you ain't really blood, you panic n***a
My Glock got a light on it, with a flash light, panoramic n***a
I swear to god I can't stand n***as, beforе I made a song about them band n***as
You see my palm, that's light n***a, you get smackеd with the upper hand n***a

[Interlude]
Man fuck these n***as talkin' about bruh?
I really don't be on no beef shit n***a, I really be, like out here
Outside n***a, lookin' at the sun
N***as need to go outside
The fuck?
N***as lame
[Verse 2]
N***a live for the internet, that shit, it can't be me
Makin' jokes 'bout a Fitbit but in real life this n***as can't see me
I got the hands, n***as can't be me
A couple months, n***as wanna be bros, but now they wanna get clout and switch up, just so funny to me
N***as is hoes, its something to me
I'ma pimp this bitch like a P-I-M-P
You ain't even eighteen, you ain't got ID
Boy buy what before you try to buy me
Lost two n***as this month, this shit get rough
My mental ain't feelin' the same
N***a might try me, that Hemi go bang
I told that lil' n***a I do not play games
This not a game system n***a, when you check out you don't get to respawn
I'ma look down on you bitch ass n***as who talk on the neck, 'cause I'm really a don
These n***as be PC rappers, they roleplay and they play Valorant
I play this game and that shit called real life
If you play try it I bet it won't end right
I called him up, he wouldn't answer
Text his phone, he wouldn't reply
But he quick to run on twitter, man I can't be one of them guys
Bitch I'm really with the shits, I'm never inside, never petrified
Ask the last n***a who tried to shoot me, now that boy dead, in the sky
N***as don't know me, that's a lie
I don't got a son, n***as [?] hit me up when they needed a ride
I ain't never talked down on no lil' n***a, I'm not [?]
You give a n***a ride, and these n***as deceiving
Swear to god these n***as not yo people, haha
[Outro]
Yeah
I don't give a fuck 'bout no bitch, man
I really be in the streets, n***a
You know we gotta go eat n***a
Not no internet n***a
Like I don't know why n***as be thinkin' that
The fuck? Grow up