FWM

[Intro: EST Gee]

What? What? What?

I'm a real street nigga, baby, fuck with me, yeah (What? What?)

[Verse 1: EST Gee]

Whack a nigga's mammy, talk 'bout playing with my family

I sell dope just like my daddy, and still use hoes for they addys

Locking off these Addies, I'ma try to send 'em where my granny stay

On Lily May, I'ma try to put one in the dirt today

Broad day, make them pop out on you with the chicken plates

Pick a date, time or place, we gon' see you out

High speed on the e-way, make sure Fat Boy throw the yeeky out

Y'all was doing straight, hiding that hate 'til it start leaking out

Gas station, I'm tryna steal a J so I'm passing testers out

Bag waiting, go ahead and spank him if you see him out

Big hater, we can't even grazе him, he don't leave his housе

I don't speak no lies inside my rhymes, like I got Jesus mouth

T-shirt came in wrinkled, I'm iron it, I'ma starch it

I'ma mark it and then leave some extra, make it how you want it, nigga

[Chorus: EST Gee & YFN Lucci]

I'ma spend my whole label check buying Fendi

Dog food, you know that I keep that dog with me

Good gas, tryna spread that bag through the city

I'm a real street nigga, baby, fuck with me

Ten thousand cash for some ass and some titties

One thousand bags, half grams, all fifties

These designer drugs, so my water not dripping

I'm a real street nigga, baby, fuck with me (Yeah, look, uh)

[Verse 2: YFN Lucci]

I'ma spend my whole label check buying Louis (Yeah)

Boss nigga, bitch, I been flexin', ain't nothing to it

I just copped the Rolls Royce and parked it in the hood

I got that 2018 Maybach, that bitch trimmed in wood

You ain't making no noise, like my Rolls Royce

We be throwing shots, y'all be throwing darts

Bring out that GT, man, that bitch look like a lone shark

Bring out them VVs, make them do they homework

This shit here 'round my wrist, I got this off one verse

I ain't no dog, but my dawg, he got Vicked, nigga, I ain't perpin'

If you ain't talkin' 'bout a meal ticket, we ain't conversing

We put opp niggas into hearses, I'm so serious

[Chorus: EST Gee]

I'ma spend my whole label check buying Fendi

Dog food, you know that I keep that dog with me

Good gas, tryna spread that bag through the city

I'm a real street nigga, baby, fuck with me

Ten thousand cash for some ass and some titties

One thousand bags, half grams, all fifties

These designer drugs, so my water not dripping

I'm a real street nigga, baby, fuck with me, yeah, yeah