[Hook: Kenny Siegel]
You think you gon' get you some b**hes off that, don't you?
Don't you? Huh, don't you?
You think you gon' get you some b**hes off that, don't you?
Don't you? They don't want you
She want a motherf**er like me though
She want a motherf**er just like me though
I pull a dime sitting in a Geo
I tell you motherf**ers just how it G-O
[Verse 1: Kenny Siegel]
I give a f** about what you got and where you get it from
I'll get a dime without spending one
You buy sh** trying to portray your image
But it's harder to replace the rumors
We probably can take your women
Cause that won't get you no hoes, my n***a
That won't get you no hoes, my G
Y'all tell lies in order to get ahead
But that won't get you no dome, my G
She want a real, want a real, want a real one
On the real, on the real, on the real, homie
You don't appeal, don't appeal, don't appeal none
I'm only real, only real, only real, broadie
[Verse 2: Julius Luciano]
I can play the back of steel staying way out
I knock out the p**y, no standing a count
If y'all n***as is trickin' then y'all n***as is trippin'
You lame, ain't no ifs and or buts in a glove
Man, these b**hes be on me like a motherf**ing wristband
Is Julius the flyest? Spell Heisman, he is man
You hate on other n***as' game, yo, you's a square
Y'all be co*k-blocking like long pubic hairs
You see a b**h you gon' sweat her like a Cardigan
Giving her your credit cards, never gonna see that card again
Your chain won't pull b**hes, a**hole n***a
You bought a necklace, not a la**o, n***a
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[Verse 3 : Demetrius Capone]
Thinking you gon' get some bad b**hes
Just because you liked all her Instagram pictures
n***a, I don't give a damn if she a b**h, that's vicious
Like a pimp with kids I'm not a simpin' a** n***a
I'm the type of n***a that'll throw this D
I don't go with b**hes, b**hes go in me
See, n***a, I'm single, but my girlfriend ain't
You're the type of n***a to text "OMG"
You're the type of n***a that be getting his simp on
Paying her rent while you live in the friend zone
Waiting 90 days just to hit, I'da been gone
You're showing all the signs of a simp symptoms
[Verse 4: Andrew 'Dice' Dinero]
Y'all be telling stories like y'all piping bad chicks
Like a wedding veil, I see right through that sh**
What you call stunting is what I call fronting
You pay the cost to be the boss, for me it cost nothing
You be spending money that you haven't earned yet, yeah
Trying to make it rain with your tax return check, yeah
It's like your time is money, but your swag is worthless
I'mma teach y'all a lesson that you haven't learned yet
Yeah, real n***as ain't gotta lie to kick it
I got a lot of b**hes, I ain't gotta lie to b**hes
You say "Vermouth or Bacardi?", get b**hes off that
By the time you get it the b**hes off that
[Hook]