Yung Bush - Like That lyrics

[VERSE 1] Fake love fades real love shows These n***as telling me they love me I don't trust those How can I love these n***as I don't even love hoes I f** With pagans & I don't care Who the f** knows Keep moving funny till I'm bussin On That snubnose f** a play ting I jus shave em' tf I'm up close I'll shave em', for my raq boys not for ratings I don't f** with n***as that f** with n***as That f** with n***as that's aigons Aigons that means A-Town L'z up, no shakedown We used to roll deep Now them boys there got laid down He kept it moving That's every-time he came round Can't come to the Raq on foot f**boy will get chased down These n***as ain't bad G They chat sh** on there track beats Get caught in that field Turn straight into athletes Heard dem' n***as wanna burst me Cah' I got bare spots like acne In the field jus don't lack G I don't Twitter Beef so don't @ me I lay em' down f** n***a I don't play around Got 8 in da' clip hit a n***a up I'm not aiming down Got work round da' bike he be circling the block like a paper round Cause I got shots by the concrete football pitch up in Angel Town They can't come to the Raq Cah' I swear to God them pricks scared Real sh** I get the drop off everything the b**h hears Pagans come on the block They don't stay and fight they just click gears That n***a got bun in his face and ain't done sh** in 6 years [HOOK] Real sh** no lies akh Tell them n***as stop the flexing they ain't like that My n***as shooting they defending like a right back n***a I can get you stretched for a light stack Watch me flexing spend a bag and get it right back x2 Man I get it right back Tell them n***as stop the flexing they ain't like that x2 [VERSE 2] I got hella shooters that's round me Corz, Gang, BE Banging on them f** boys if he's coming round bout gg These n***as all snitching But Chat sh** On That Cd They don't wanna see me up in that field They rather sit down and go tweet me Talking bout "Yo" in the DM's But I got nothing to say to these n***as Said they got beef with me Somebody better pray for these n***as When the Mac sprays it hits anything I don't need to aim for these n***as Yeah I'm from that Raq and got pagan friends but I don't change with my n***as These n***as ain't rolling on me These n***as just pose on da' beats These n***as don't go for the P's These n***as all broke and there older than me These n***as getting old in the streets sitting round all day smoking the weed These n***as don't go for the P's, spend all the dough on a hoe and don't beat Talking like some fed When your trap line so dead Throw racks in for that mo These n***as whizzing on them Pedz Me & Gumz made mg pop My n***as really break bread n***as talk like they break bricks When they only break down Z's [HOOK]