stitches – kill a fake rapper lyrics
[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, scr-p 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 -ss, now he got hemorrhoid, that’s what you got for trynna f-ck with my boys
thou shall not k!ll 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 b-tch go hard and i want an abort
[hook x2: stitches]
aye, let’s k!ll a fake rapper
let’s k!ll a fake rapper
let’s k!ll a fake rapper
let’s k!ll 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 -ss rapper, you ain’t seen no dope
[verse 2: stitches]
i’m gettin’ sick and tired of these fake -ss 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’
f-ck 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 c-ke
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 d-mn 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 d-mn scale
i can teach you how to be a real drug dealer
send bricks through the mail
but i don’t f-ck 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 k!ll a fake rapper
let’s k!ll a fake rapper
let’s k!ll a fake rapper
let’s k!ll 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 -ss rapper, you ain’t seen no dope
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