Released: August 30, 2020
Songwriter: Bricc Flair Sheck Wes
Producer: Bricc Flair
[Intro]
Yeah
Fa, fa
[Verse 1]
Yeah (bitch), yeah (bitch), yeah (bitch)
Shooting out the coupe and I ain't aimin' (ow)
I don't give a fuck, who the K can't hit (pow pow)
She ain't my wife or baby mama, I ain't claimin' (no)
I been a bad boy, no obligations (bitch)
I ain't Martin Lawrence or Will Smith, bitch (bitch)
This ain't a Porsche, it say Lambo on my wheels, bitch (yuh)
I'm gettin all this bread, I used to steal, bitch (cha-ching)
I ain't ashamed, no comedy you gotta feel this (huh)
Ain't have no choice, it was the hunger I was feelin' (huh)
Nowadays, it's hard to find a real bitch (why)
I give her the gibs, she want the gems (bitch)
I was at Coachella off the stems (yeah)
My words got more worth than diamonds (got em)
I was on the block and David found me
Damn, man you had a choice and you ain't make it (no)
Nowadays, my DMs full of all these hoеs naked (eww)
They all know I madе it (made it), till I got 'em prayin' (prayin)
As-salamu alaykum (woo), I don't fuck with Satan (woo)
Know he always near but he be only pump fakin' (fakin)
But I'm never waitin' (bitch), I ain't got the patience (bitch)
If I got a chance then a young nigga gone take it (lust gang)
You niggas ain't made it, y'all copy and pasting (yeah)
Everything I made, got the ground and niggas shaking (facts)
It ain't real dog, it ain't how you really feel (at all)
I bust down my wrist when Sheck Wes made a milly mill (cha-ching)
Didn't want to but a young nigga had to (had to)
My pain stuck up on the gang like a tattoo (tattoo)
Baby girl gone fuck, yeah that's what that cash do (cash do)
I couldn't beat your baby, I didn't have to (bitch)
I'm spicier than curry (curry)
You know that cash rules (yeah)
Don't know, how many times I coulda (yeah, yeah)
[Verse 2]
I'm a free agent, give a fuck what's on the feet (kicks)
I fuck with all the youth, all the youth they send me beats (let's get it)
I heard the instrumental from a motherfucking tweet
Bricc Flair on the beat, ballin like I'm Brickley (bitch)
Who put the game together, they learn it all from me (facts)
Who stars they watching, tryna to match his energy (me)
But I know my role as Sheck, always gotta teach (I do)
You niggas could watch but you could never be me, uh yeah (ow)
[Chorus]
Uh yeah, imma keep countin' all this chicken that I'm makin' (yeah)
I been a bad boy, I don't got no obligations (yeah)
I got mad bitches but I got no obligations (at all)
I got bad bitches but I got no obligations
You ain't my wife or my baby mama, I ain't gotta claim it
Sheck Wes, I'm too real don't get realer than me, uh
Sheck Wes, I'm too real don't get realer than me, uh
Sheck Wes, I'm too real don't get realer than me, uh
(Bitch, yeah bitch)
You know the fucking scouts, my man
Fa fa (yeah), fa fa (yeah), fa fa (yeah)
Imma keep makin' all this chicken that I'm makin' (chicken)
I got bad bitches but I got no obligations (no obligations)
She ain't my wife or baby mama I ain't gotta claim it (no)
I been a bad boy, no obligations (ow)
Sheck Wes, I'm too real don't get realer than me, uh (ow)
Sheck Wes, I'm too real don't get realer than me, uh (ow)
Sheck Wes, I'm too real don't get realer than me, uh (ow)
[Outro]
Bitch, bitch (fa fa)
Out the coupe and I ain't aimin' (yeah)
I don't give a fuck who the K hit
She ain't my wife or baby mama I ain't claimin'
Yeah (bitch), yeah (bitch)
Shootin' out the coupe, and I ain't aimin' (oww)
Sheck Wes, I'm too real don't get realer than me
Sheck Wes, I'm too real don't get realer than me
Yeah, yeah
Yeah
Fa, fa
[Verse 1]
Yeah (bitch), yeah (bitch), yeah (bitch)
Shooting out the coupe and I ain't aimin' (ow)
I don't give a fuck, who the K can't hit (pow pow)
She ain't my wife or baby mama, I ain't claimin' (no)
I been a bad boy, no obligations (bitch)
I ain't Martin Lawrence or Will Smith, bitch (bitch)
This ain't a Porsche, it say Lambo on my wheels, bitch (yuh)
I'm gettin all this bread, I used to steal, bitch (cha-ching)
I ain't ashamed, no comedy you gotta feel this (huh)
Ain't have no choice, it was the hunger I was feelin' (huh)
Nowadays, it's hard to find a real bitch (why)
I give her the gibs, she want the gems (bitch)
I was at Coachella off the stems (yeah)
My words got more worth than diamonds (got em)
I was on the block and David found me
Damn, man you had a choice and you ain't make it (no)
Nowadays, my DMs full of all these hoеs naked (eww)
They all know I madе it (made it), till I got 'em prayin' (prayin)
As-salamu alaykum (woo), I don't fuck with Satan (woo)
Know he always near but he be only pump fakin' (fakin)
But I'm never waitin' (bitch), I ain't got the patience (bitch)
If I got a chance then a young nigga gone take it (lust gang)
You niggas ain't made it, y'all copy and pasting (yeah)
Everything I made, got the ground and niggas shaking (facts)
It ain't real dog, it ain't how you really feel (at all)
I bust down my wrist when Sheck Wes made a milly mill (cha-ching)
Didn't want to but a young nigga had to (had to)
My pain stuck up on the gang like a tattoo (tattoo)
Baby girl gone fuck, yeah that's what that cash do (cash do)
I couldn't beat your baby, I didn't have to (bitch)
I'm spicier than curry (curry)
You know that cash rules (yeah)
Don't know, how many times I coulda (yeah, yeah)
[Verse 2]
I'm a free agent, give a fuck what's on the feet (kicks)
I fuck with all the youth, all the youth they send me beats (let's get it)
I heard the instrumental from a motherfucking tweet
Bricc Flair on the beat, ballin like I'm Brickley (bitch)
Who put the game together, they learn it all from me (facts)
Who stars they watching, tryna to match his energy (me)
But I know my role as Sheck, always gotta teach (I do)
You niggas could watch but you could never be me, uh yeah (ow)
[Chorus]
Uh yeah, imma keep countin' all this chicken that I'm makin' (yeah)
I been a bad boy, I don't got no obligations (yeah)
I got mad bitches but I got no obligations (at all)
I got bad bitches but I got no obligations
You ain't my wife or my baby mama, I ain't gotta claim it
Sheck Wes, I'm too real don't get realer than me, uh
Sheck Wes, I'm too real don't get realer than me, uh
Sheck Wes, I'm too real don't get realer than me, uh
(Bitch, yeah bitch)
You know the fucking scouts, my man
Fa fa (yeah), fa fa (yeah), fa fa (yeah)
Imma keep makin' all this chicken that I'm makin' (chicken)
I got bad bitches but I got no obligations (no obligations)
She ain't my wife or baby mama I ain't gotta claim it (no)
I been a bad boy, no obligations (ow)
Sheck Wes, I'm too real don't get realer than me, uh (ow)
Sheck Wes, I'm too real don't get realer than me, uh (ow)
Sheck Wes, I'm too real don't get realer than me, uh (ow)
[Outro]
Bitch, bitch (fa fa)
Out the coupe and I ain't aimin' (yeah)
I don't give a fuck who the K hit
She ain't my wife or baby mama I ain't claimin'
Yeah (bitch), yeah (bitch)
Shootin' out the coupe, and I ain't aimin' (oww)
Sheck Wes, I'm too real don't get realer than me
Sheck Wes, I'm too real don't get realer than me
Yeah, yeah