The Posse Cut (Who Don't)

[Hook] Real niggas fuck with me Real niggas fuck with me Real niggas fuck with me And I don't give a fuck who don't Real niggas fuck with me Real niggas fuck with me Real niggas fuck with me And I don't give a fuck who don't Real niggas fuck with me Real niggas fuck with me Real niggas fuck with me And I don't give a fuck who don't Real niggas fuck with me Real niggas fuck with me Real niggas fuck with me And I don't give a fuck who don't [Verse 1: Wale] Real niggas fuck with us Fuck you if you feelin' different Fuck you phony bamas, fake bitches, and you little git-wits Prince Georges to the District I be there cause I live it Brought this shit to fruition A couple years back ain't seen my vision Runnin' this bitch like I do not care O.G. Nikes, my shoes so rare Whole lot of haters wanna fight I swear Cause a nigga 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 bullshittin', 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 nigga, 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 fuck 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 bullshittin' with rap, we handle matadors The CP3 of this rap game, I bet my nigga score Flossy in my chip and peps, bitches and they new Giuseppes My bitches 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-fuck-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, nigga, who the fuck are you? Pass me the purp, I'mma smoke to this Getting money, duckin' haters, nigga I ain't loafin' bitch [Hook]