Fat Trel - The Posse Cut (Who Don't) lyrics

[Hook] Real n***as f** with me Real n***as f** with me Real n***as f** with me And I don't give a f** who don't Real n***as f** with me Real n***as f** with me Real n***as f** with me And I don't give a f** who don't Real n***as f** with me Real n***as f** with me Real n***as f** with me And I don't give a f** who don't Real n***as f** with me Real n***as f** with me Real n***as f** with me And I don't give a f** who don't [Verse 1: Wale] Real n***as f** with us f** you if you feelin' different f** you phony bamas, fake b**hes, and you little git-wits Prince Georges to the District I be there cause I live it Brought this sh** to fruition A couple years back ain't seen my vision Runnin' this b**h like I do not care O.G. Nikes, my shoes so rare Whole lot of haters wanna fight I swear Cause a n***a main joint wanna do my hair Twist me up, let me crank Rub my back, then let me lay Give me dome, then let me skate Ya'll bullsh**tin', still goin on dates [Fat Trel] I remember when I used to bust a Mack with my eyes closed Then time rode, shawty trappin', plus she get it showed You try and cop, I don't know you n***a, I don't know You shop for hoes, I be searchin' for them calicos Police be lurkin', I be swervin' in the Tahoe I'm still young, still thuggin', I do what you don't And you do what you can, make you less of a man His wifey f** with me and really he don't understand [Hook] [Black Cobain] Hi hater, arrivederci, its Co-bizzy Hands on the paper, so far gone like I know Drizzy They talk about me, but they can't live without me I send my haters X and O's , that's how you feel about me I ain't bullsh**tin' with rap, we handle matadors The CP3 of this rap game, I bet my n***a score Flossy in my chip and peps, b**hes and they new Giuseppes My b**hes ballin' to the Maya Moore's, yes I'm way better than all of them, way better than all of them Mr. I-don't-give-a-f**-about-you what they callin' him Hate is the new love, wait, hate is the new drug I body every beat and tell 'em get they black suits up Mr. Folarin said he got me Trel rockin' too This the board administration, n***a, who the f** are you? Pa** me the purp, I'mma smoke to this Getting money, duckin' haters, n***a I ain't loafin' b**h [Hook]