Rap Game Honest

[Intro]

Hazey, baby

[Verse]

I keep it a hundred, got a hundred on the dash

I don't trust niggas and I might wear my Fendi top the wrong way 'round so it can see who stabs me in my back

Face hot, told my nigga, "Slap me if I lack"

A lot of niggas ain't down, that's an honest fact

All I make is honest tracks

Small waist, honest back

Stop declaring beef with broke niggas 'cause they're honest tramps

Aunty asked me what I'm on, told her, "Stayin' out of trouble"

Uncle saw me with a fiend that's awks, I baited out my hustle

Shawty give the best brain, don't spoil it by demanding cuddles

VVs on my wrist, it's kind of hard to not miss the puddles

Used to tell promoters, "If the gang can't, I ain't comin'"

I got two sticks in a car, but I ain't drummin'

Shawty got a man, and she ain't budgin'

If your boyfriend ask you if you'rе hungry, tell him you already ate somеthin'

If they say we're losin', tell 'em, "Just check the scores"

She's askin' if I'm hers, I told her, "Girl, I'm not sure"

I don't buy no designer to impress all these whores

She gon' bust it wether my shoes AirForce or Diors

Put my blade all up in that, he was bad, but before

Obo on the block, they gave my nigga scratch, like a four

Got a pack in my cheeks and a flick by my balls

Feds try pull me over, had to dip from the law, woah

Baddies always pree me 'bout I'm never doin' up my belt

On point, I ain't got no time to live up in a cell

Niggas wish just for me to fail

I just wish 'em well

I 'ma grind to the top, I don't need a wishin' well

I got bitches onto me, I got niggas onto me

In the Merc' I flick it twice, ain't drivin' in economy

Compare me to the opps, where's my apology

I'm tryna get mummy out the hood, they're usin' mummy's cars for robberies

Bro got grabbed for doin' deals, still doin' deals

She wanna talk feelings, girl don't tell me how you feel

I miss my dead homie, no one asks is how I feels

They told me I'ma blow, but never tell me when I will

Fuck it though, my shank cutter drippin' red

Need more streams than Trippie Redd

Shotters keep gettin' robbed, that's what one of my bitty said

Fuck what a nigga says, I got smoke, cigarette

Rappin', but I got kittens on my phone, been a vet'

I'ma have to get my blockin' on, 'cause you been a pest

Paigon hoes wassin' 'bout me, prob' 'cause I don't give them sex

If a shot's movin' funny, me and bro won't give him pebs

Niggas say they take risks, I ain't see them risk it yet

In all black, lookin' like a silhouette

Fuck a diss track, in real life I'd rather disrespect

If I don't blow, then I'm going to the phone shop

And phone my big cousin like, "Yo, I need them Os off, now"

You feel me?