R.N.P.

Bitch you in a real nigga’s presence, why you fakin'?
Lyin' like she ain’t a ho while she playin'
Like she wasn’t on Mark Twain butt naked
Like she ain’t fucked the whole gang, bitch stop fakin', ayy
Bitch you in a real nigga’s presence, why you fakin'?
Lyin' like she ain’t a ho while she playin'
Like she wasn’t on Mark Twain butt naked
Like she ain’t fucked the whole gang, bitch stop fakin', ayy
Bitch if I go broke would you rob your side nigga?
Thousand pain pills, baby would you ride with it?
You ain’t gotta take your panties, off I’ma slide in it
That lil pussy got a little miles, I’ma drive in it
Ghetto ass nigga, love them ghetto hoes
Man I love them ghetto hoes who swiped at them stores
Had your baby mama and your lil sister on that road
Different state every day, they ain’t never coming home
Your ass owe my loan, ain’t got no provolone
Your old ass over thirty, still sellin' stones
I can save you any day, I can save you some Asian hoes
I’ma raw dog the china, know I can save you some Asian blow, ayy
Bitch you in a real nigga’s presence, why you fakin'?
Lyin' like she ain’t a ho while she playin'
Like she wasn’t on Mark Twain butt naked
Like she ain’t fucked the whole gang, bitch stop fakin', ayy
Bitch you in a real nigga’s presence, why you fakin'?
Lyin' like she ain’t a ho while she playin'
Like she wasn’t on Mark Twain butt naked
Like she ain’t fucked the whole gang, bitch stop fakin', ayy
Two grams of cookie wrapped in the backwood
Blue steel chopper on the front but the back wood
Did it 'cause I was starving, never had to act hood
Like a bitch with a lace front, get your cat pulled
That last line was a sweet bar
Blues under the bed, I’ma stuff it in the G-Stars
Had your bitch on the Twain, fuckin' like a P-star
If that bitch wasn’t poppin' no pussy then she was slidin' cards
Eighty twenty, I’m gon' break a bitch
Ho try to fag with the cash then I’m takin' it
My daughter and my money, stupid bitch I don’t play with it
Fuck the feds, know them bitches watchin', let the K spit, Shred
Bitch you in a real nigga’s presence, why you fakin'?
Lyin' like she ain’t a ho while she playin'
Like she wasn’t on Mark Twain butt naked
Like she ain’t fucked the whole gang, bitch stop fakin', ayy
Bitch you in a real nigga’s presence, why you fakin'?
Lyin' like she ain’t a ho while she playin'
Like she wasn’t on Mark Twain butt naked
Like she ain’t fucked the whole gang, bitch stop fakin', ayy