[Intro]
Glock with the drum
Gang!
Draco (Bitch)
I'm ready!
Fake ass gangsters, you with that internet thuggin'
Used to be thuggin', bitch you ain't hittin' on nuttin'
You hittin' on nuttin', nigga!
Bitch ass nigga used to be ridin' my dick, boy you ain't livin' like that
Pussy ass
Look
Yeah
[Hook]
Fake ass gangsters, you with that internet thuggin'
Nigga, you used to be thuggin', now you ain't hittin' on nuttin'
Now yo bitchass gon' do is talk, and I ain't with the discussion
Got two [?], [?] two Glocks
Fifty fifty. bitch, I'm 100 nigga
Fake ass gangsters, you with that internet thuggin'
Fake ass gangsters, you with that internet thuggin' (What)
Fake ass gangsters, you with that internet thuggin'
And I ain't with no discussion, I'ma just up it and buss it (rrah rrah)
[Verse 1]
Fake ass gangsters, you with that internet thuggin'
And you ain't hittin' on nuttin' I catch you bitch I'ma up it and I'ma buss it
Ain't gotta cock it's one up in the head
I'm shooting high shots so I'ma leave you dead
Two to the hеad, that nine a get yo mind right
Step on that boy 12am, thе time right
Rolex on my wrist and that bitch glossing so my time ice
C'mon gamble with yo life bet you crap on a dice
4-5 with a drum and it hit like a train
Cutter open up yo chest whatchu think it do to yo brain
And fuck [?] bitch I got my own name
That Corleone gang and bitch we bringing pain
We run up with that stick and get to chopping shit
We don't give a fuck about a bitch, if she with you she getting zipped
No sympathy for that bitch 'cause boy we with the shits
If we let her go she might snitch on shit [?] bust her shit
[Hook]
Fake ass gangsters, you with that internet thuggin'
Nigga, you used to be thuggin', now you ain't hittin' on nuttin'
Now yo bitchass gon' do is talk, and I ain't with the discussion
Got two [?], [?] two Glocks
Fifty fifty. bitch, I'm 100 nigga
Fake ass gangsters, you with that internet thuggin'
Fake ass gangsters, you with that internet thuggin'
Fake ass gangsters, you with that internet thuggin'
And I ain't with no discussion, I'ma just up it and buss it (rrah rrah)
[Verse 2]
Yo fake ass just getting mad 'cause yo buzz gone
You overdue, yo bitchass ain't gon live that long
You fucked up when you put my name in that whack ass song
Don't be surprised when I got that black mask on
And I pop out with them cutters and I get to spitting
No need for ducking for no cover I'm running up [?]
The gun range like every week I got perfect percision
Play with my name you should've thought of another decision
I am squeezing till it's empty make sure that I get you
Yo family they gon' need a big ass [?] tissue
You burnt out with everybody who the fuck gon' miss you
Won't say no name he want the fame tryna get recognition
Creep with the stick, max [?] step with the glizzy
All of 'em got about 50 shots and they gon' leave you missing
Or I just send my hitter, he gon' get to the business
And he ain't leaving witness, everybody get finished
[Hook]
Fake ass gangsters, you with that internet thuggin'
Nigga, you used to be thuggin', now you ain't hittin' on nuttin'
Now yo bitchass gon' do is talk, and I ain't with the discussion
Got two [?], [?] two Glocks
Fifty fifty. bitch, I'm 100 nigga
Fake ass gangsters, you with that internet thuggin'
Fake ass gangsters, you with that internet thuggin'
Fake ass gangsters, you with that internet thuggin'
And I ain't with no discussion, I'ma just up it and buss it (rrah rrah)
