Only (Remix) Bullshit

[Verse One: Young Social] Yo I never fucked Jes' I never fucked Ky' But I'm hot shit on both sides That's east and west this young kid the best if two niggas trick they gon both die I'm be standing six deuce Never gonna sign no truce If we feud it'll last forever til the other pass the first to lose Trill Minors first too choose From good kush and the best booze Dozens of fine ass bitches who just be having that pussy ooze How you famous got no clue Best rapper but no proof Fuck niggas like you always get hang from the top of my roof I must be doing something For all this cash to come in For all these checks I'm running Ride in hoods and niggas ducking When team walk in this shit should be playing Because we those dope boys you fake niggas portraying I've seen you're tracks lately the plays have been decaying I couldn't understand the dude that you had DJing Imma spit nine then I blow K don't ever ask if I'm okay Kill white girls like OJ eat more pink than wings to Rozay [Hook: Chris Brown] Raise every bottle and cup in the sky Sparks in the air like the Fourth of July Nothing but bad bitches in here tonight Oh, if you lame and you know it be quiet Nothing but real niggas only, bad bitches only Rich niggas only, independent bitches only Boss niggas only, thick bitches only I got my real niggas here by my side, only [Verse Two: Young Social] Most of my verses pass through the hook When I pull up you gotta look I'm looking fresh the whole place shook Write this down in my bio book Bitch I'm the greatest it's JMIKE on the beat Don't try to front when you see me In the street Crew crew my team got the others At defeat Something like a hip-hop elite No love for you hoes kiss my ass I have to get back to class Got A$AP Rocky, Ferg, and Nast then Fuckin' Problems come last Obviously with my Triple Beam Midnight Run like Royce and Skeme But I keep my girls in the back because I'm just so fucking mean Faded as hell man get on my level my gold medal my gold bezel Hoes got several tens or better trendsetter hipster go-getter This young bastard be geekin y'all can't match my physique This time no interception Just killed the haters god bless 'em That's a No Flex Zone for you bitch ass niggas And we pull triggers Chilling in the Hamptons someone should roll through blasting And Burque Chicago better be on your playlist like tomorrow [Hook]