F.A.N. (Fake Ass Niggas)

[Hook - 2x] Fake niggas finna pay, for talking down on us In Glocks we trust, so niggas you ain't fucking with us We dangerous, and if you wanna know who we be I ain't finna be bumping or talking, you run on up and let's see [Trae] I'm taking it to another level, talking down on Trae You must don't know about the way, these young niggas don't play I'm a Guerilla Maab gladiator, cocked back for the plex You underestimate my skills, I'm finna go off like a tech With verbal assaults that's raw, I'm breaking mics like a jaw Ain't finna be calling no laws, you finna get straight rubbed off My niggas ride for the cause, and keep they back on the wall And keep they eyes open for fake niggas, that change like draws A wolfpack black leader, while bleeding blocks with killas You know us niggas be real, that's why the streets gon feel us From sun up to sun down, all around when we rap Them little skills think that you got, I be blowing it off the map Thug made affiliated, my niggas be complicated Like bitches with menopause, so niggas get annihilated By most of the underrated, with million dolla mouth pieces A street terminology, nigga that's sick with my thug thesis [Hook - 2x] [Yung Redd] It's a fact, I got henchmens and goons That don't pack guns, that send you to the upper room Hot headed, Redd just misunderstood I'm like a mechanic, I put slugs under your hood Lock and load, Redd hit your block and explode In a van with sliding do's, boguarding the road Don't ask me how I'm doing, I'm going to say Try and play me, I'll put two in your brain That's me, running with the sparking techs Bout to rearrange your hood, like a architect Roll up real quick, and park the Vet I'm off the chain, but I ain't barking yet Day or night, we still provoke your set Leave you and your whole crew, soaking wet So anybody in the way, better hit the deck I'll twist your neck, for showing any disrespect [Hook - 2x] [D Drew] Situations thinking, you knowing your fucked up The laws on the bis, and they running up in the cuts Niggas who you trust, they ain't giving a fuck For the love of the dolla, they be giving you up Now you stunt to the FED's, you got the block hot The laws on the blocks, they snapping your every shot Dead End niggas, they be keeping it locked If they ain't then who would, you be running the shop Now I'ma tell you off top yo I hit you with the rock, and I could leave you wet hoe Coming through, in the four do' Bentlo Sitting on 20's, so you know I'm blowing endo D Drew coming through, nigga wrecking verses Bringing hearses, calling nurses you on maximum finna hurt em You niggas y'all ain't feeling that, I grab the Mack And twist your hat, at the same time break your back [Hook - 4x]