Released: July 25, 2015
Featuring: Gucci Mane
[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
I'm smokin' on that super gas, you might not even wanna smoke with me
Sellin' dope, my niggas rob you, don' even wanna buy dope from me
Not a lil flipper, I'm sucker free, not lil tipper they crown me king
[?], give 'em Mac 10, scrap on me now think I'm just rappin'
[?] shout out, I make a nigga run, like a nigga just signed for a USA team
Kick him in the ass, now he got hemorrhoid, that's what you got for trynna fuck with my boys
Thou shall not kill and I know it's God's will, but gotta take some with the lord
[?] as a sword and I know it's a sword, but [?]
Make the crowd applaud, when I pull up in the Charger, pull up in the Charger, nigga, no charge
100,000 dollars got 'em taken it apart, niggas [?] die so hard
8 bottle, molly, I'm hard from the start, 24/7 mamma keep me awoke
Credit card Friday bought, but the bitch go hard and I want an abort
[Hook x2: Stitches]
Aye, let's kill a fake rapper
Let's kill a fake rapper
Let's kill a fake rapper
Let's kill a fake rapper
You ain't never seen no dope
You ain't never seen no dope
You ain't never seen no dope
Pussy ass rapper, you ain't seen no dope
[Verse 2: Stitches]
I'm gettin' sick and tired of these fake ass rappers
Imma 'bout to go on a robbin' spree
So you better give them gold chains to me
Your entourage cannot do nothin'
Cause when they see me, they start runnin'
Ain't no hesitation in my blood, nigga, I just start gunnin'
Fuck a nigga named Young Jeezy
I told the nigga he can come see me
We can throw them hands, we can tote them guns
But that nigga scared to come see me
I think I made him shit himself
So I gotta buy the nigga some diapers
Talkin' 'bout you sold that coke
Talkin' 'bout you part of BMF, you's a joke
If anything, you was a driver
But you never was no drug supplier
You probably ain't seen no brick
And you damn sure ain't hittin' no lick
I know the truth about ya
You's a confidential informant
Me and Gucci 'bout to cook you, boy
But this ain't no George Foreman
You rappin' about a fairytale
You ain't never owned no damn scale
I can teach you how to be a real drug dealer
Send bricks through the mail
But I don't fuck with Jeezy
Cause that nigga real sleazy
And until they put me in a grave
Imma wait for him to come see me
[Hook x2: Stitches]
Aye, let's kill a fake rapper
Let's kill a fake rapper
Let's kill a fake rapper
Let's kill a fake rapper
You ain't never seen no dope
You ain't never seen no dope
You ain't never seen no dope
Pussy ass rapper, you ain't seen no dope
I'm smokin' on that super gas, you might not even wanna smoke with me
Sellin' dope, my niggas rob you, don' even wanna buy dope from me
Not a lil flipper, I'm sucker free, not lil tipper they crown me king
[?], give 'em Mac 10, scrap on me now think I'm just rappin'
[?] shout out, I make a nigga run, like a nigga just signed for a USA team
Kick him in the ass, now he got hemorrhoid, that's what you got for trynna fuck with my boys
Thou shall not kill and I know it's God's will, but gotta take some with the lord
[?] as a sword and I know it's a sword, but [?]
Make the crowd applaud, when I pull up in the Charger, pull up in the Charger, nigga, no charge
100,000 dollars got 'em taken it apart, niggas [?] die so hard
8 bottle, molly, I'm hard from the start, 24/7 mamma keep me awoke
Credit card Friday bought, but the bitch go hard and I want an abort
[Hook x2: Stitches]
Aye, let's kill a fake rapper
Let's kill a fake rapper
Let's kill a fake rapper
Let's kill a fake rapper
You ain't never seen no dope
You ain't never seen no dope
You ain't never seen no dope
Pussy ass rapper, you ain't seen no dope
[Verse 2: Stitches]
I'm gettin' sick and tired of these fake ass rappers
Imma 'bout to go on a robbin' spree
So you better give them gold chains to me
Your entourage cannot do nothin'
Cause when they see me, they start runnin'
Ain't no hesitation in my blood, nigga, I just start gunnin'
Fuck a nigga named Young Jeezy
I told the nigga he can come see me
We can throw them hands, we can tote them guns
But that nigga scared to come see me
I think I made him shit himself
So I gotta buy the nigga some diapers
Talkin' 'bout you sold that coke
Talkin' 'bout you part of BMF, you's a joke
If anything, you was a driver
But you never was no drug supplier
You probably ain't seen no brick
And you damn sure ain't hittin' no lick
I know the truth about ya
You's a confidential informant
Me and Gucci 'bout to cook you, boy
But this ain't no George Foreman
You rappin' about a fairytale
You ain't never owned no damn scale
I can teach you how to be a real drug dealer
Send bricks through the mail
But I don't fuck with Jeezy
Cause that nigga real sleazy
And until they put me in a grave
Imma wait for him to come see me
[Hook x2: Stitches]
Aye, let's kill a fake rapper
Let's kill a fake rapper
Let's kill a fake rapper
Let's kill a fake rapper
You ain't never seen no dope
You ain't never seen no dope
You ain't never seen no dope
Pussy ass rapper, you ain't seen no dope
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