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Credits
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Bando Dollaz
Rap
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Julious Oliver
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Dallas Provo
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
CadillacSzn
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Lyrics
Fake love got exposed, now it's fallin' down
Thought you was real, now you lookin' like a clown
Talk tough in the DM, but silent in the town
You threw shade in the dark, now it's all fallin' down
You was hatin' on the low, tryna wear my crown
Tryna ride waves 'til your whole boat drown
Say you up, but we never seen you outta bounds
Now you prayin' on the low, hope I don't come around
Talkin' all that brother-brother, that was cap
You was sneak dissin' in rooms, now that's rap
Cousin ugly, tryna roast me through the apps
But she built like a charger that won't ever hold a strap
Say he gang? Naw, that boy from the burbs
Talkin' East Dallas, never posted on no curb
Them lil tweets, yeah, I peeped every word
Now the same ones beefin' tryna, tryna copy what they heard
They autotune broken, still postin' like they lit
Whole team trash, and the bars never hit
Y'all boys bicker online, like some fuckin chicks
You get played by a sixth grader and think you slick
Played by a 6th grader think you slick
Spottin' through the ice, yeah, I'm finna get sick
Get to that bag, yeah, we gettin' fuckin' rich
Fuck up the city, yeah, we ballin' like a bitch
Pull up to the crib, now we chillin' at the house
I don't got no fake friends, all my **** ridin' here
Don't know what to do, yeah, I'm poppin' off the cut
We the realest out here, we don't get no fucks
Pull up to the bass party, **** out here lamin
Them **** out here ain't got no fuckin' fame
Them **** and some bitches, we don't get no fuck
Pull up to the party, yeah, we rich as fuck
Big body bands, y'all fuckin' up my shit
Pull up to the game, yeah, we lookin' fuckin' rich
Roddy Ricch, ain't no fuckin' dish
I don't know what y'all talk about, y'all is a bitch
I got two races, y'all don't know what it is
Written by: Dallas Provo, Julious Oliver