(We love you Tecca)
(Internet Money, bitch)

Only fuck with real niggas, never fake niggas
As long as I call ya
I could never fold, but you would never know
'Cause you never come over
You say I got these hoes, but you would never know
'Cause you never come over
I be with the bros, we steady kicking shit
Yeah, we catching the scores, yeah

Never fuck with fakes, only fuck with real niggas
I can't hang with a snake, I can't really chill with 'em
He moving like a fake so you know that still get 'em
That nigga, he a play, I can't really feel with 'em
I put that thing on skates way them fuckin' chills get 'em
From the coolest to a bae, yeah, that's why I hate niggas
She used to love a nigga, now that bitch don't date niggas
That's what happened to a shorty for fucking with fake niggas

Only fuck with real niggas, never fake niggas
As long as I call ya
I could never fold, but you would never know
'Cause you never come over
You say I got these hoes, but you would never know
'Cause you never come over
I be with the bros, we steady kicking shit
Yeah, we checking the scores, yeah
Only fuck with real niggas, never fake niggas
As long as I call ya
I could never fold, but you would never know
'Cause you never come over
You say I got these hoes, but you would never know
'Cause you never come over
I be with the bros, we steady kicking shit
Yeah, we checking the scores, yeah

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Danny Lee Jr. Snodgrass, Dylan Taylor Cleary-Krell, Tyler Justin Sharpe