Let's get 'em happy
Go
Y'all ain't about nothing, y'all ain't about nothing
Y'all frontin', y'all frontin', y'all frontin', y'all frontin'
Y'all niggaz just hate, y'all niggaz just hate
Y'all fake, y'all fake, y'all fake, y'all fake
You ain't finna do nothing, you ain't finna do nothing
Y'all frontin', y'all frontin', y'all frontin', y'all frontin'
Introducing to you now is the kid they love to hate
But when you saying what you saying, you just say it to my face
Yeah you see him? You see him bow beat him down lean him down
Your breathing sound like you now layin' down sleepin'
You be surrounded or found on the ground bleedin'
You see him how he look now and he ain't found a reason
My reason is that they won't have to persuade
Me to have the courage to walk right up and say it to your face
A faker never know he fake, a hater never admit he hate
By the time they figure it out is probably gon' be too late
Grinning up your face is like you tryin' to let me know
That you ain't really happy how how I'm getting all this dough
Let the truth be told tell me is your friend a foe
Better make it clear or get mistaken for a hoe
And then you take him to the floor, I can't ignore it if you're talking
But I hope that what you talking ain't about running up or robbing
Walk around like everybody is the enemy just for precaution
I get no surprised and have to see an early coffin
Y'all ain't about nothing, y'all ain't about nothing
Y'all frontin', y'all frontin', y'all frontin', y'all frontin'
Y'all niggaz just hate, y'all niggaz just hate
Y'all fake, y'all fake, y'all fake, y'all fake
You ain't finna do nothing, you ain't finna do nothing
Y'all frontin', y'all frontin', y'all frontin', y'all frontin'
Introducing to you now is the kid they love to hate
But when you saying what you saying, you just say it to my face
And what you smokin', your brain clouded
Yet the pine got your mind polluted
You got some smarts in your mind hey it's time use it
Your friends arrive talkin down on the loud music
Them niggaz's lying plus them concept is gettin' included
How could they tell you, you was built to last
You built like a boxing bag, put a whoopin' on that ass
See us approachin' that set in motion in that hour glass
Wrong words are built too fast, find your exit and dash
Lookin' for crabs in a bucket tryin' criticize me
But they do it around them niggaz don't say it around me
And if they do us opposite how they feel about me
Turn my back and they relax and talk that lip behind me
I see you a busta and I'ma bust ya in your lip
Put some lipstick in my fist, throwin' you a kiss
Since I see that you a sucker, suck a gasoline dick
Put it right up to your lip, put a lighter to the tip
Y'all ain't about nothing, y'all ain't about nothing
Y'all frontin', y'all frontin', y'all frontin', y'all frontin'
Y'all niggaz just hate, y'all niggaz just hate
Y'all fake, y'all fake, y'all fake, y'all fake
You ain't finna do nothing, you ain't finna do nothing
Y'all frontin', y'all frontin', y'all frontin', y'all frontin'
Introducing to you now is the kid they love to hate
But when you saying what you saying, you just say it to my face
Where you from?
Act like you know I'm from the south
We ain't playin', what you sayin'?
I can't hear you when you talk
What you want?
What you sayin' out your mouth?
We ain't playin', what you sayin'?
I can't hear you when you talk
Where you from?
Act like you know I'm from the south
We ain't playin', what you sayin'?
I can't hear you when you talk
What you want?
What you sayin' out your mouth?
We ain't playin', what you sayin'?
I can't hear you when you talk
Y'all ain't about nothing, y'all ain't about nothing
Y'all frontin', y'all frontin', y'all frontin', y'all frontin'
Y'all niggaz just hate, y'all niggaz just hate
Y'all fake, y'all fake, y'all fake, y'all fake
You ain't finna do nothing, you ain't finna do nothing
Y'all frontin', y'all frontin', y'all frontin', y'all frontin'
Introducing to you now is the kid they love to hate
But when you saying what you saying, you just say it to my face
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