[Intro: Babyface Ray]
Ayy, ayy

[Verse 1: Babyface Ray]
Man, it's crazy
Bitch with 10K on Instagram think she famous (What?)
You see a n***a once, see him twice, now he changin' (Wow)
Watch a fake shooter turn bitch, it's amazing (Crazy)
N***as two-faced, learned some game from Screwface
Told me put my foot on these n***as' necks 'cause they playin'
Everybody got work, at least that's what they sayin' (Yeah)
Fuck what a n***a think, I feel like everybody hatin'
That ain't lean in your cup, lil' n***a, what you drinkin'?
You ain't seen what I seen, these ain't dreams what I'm sayin' (Naw)
Countin' beans in the kitchen, breakin' bales in the basement (Yup)
Late night countin' money in my bed 'cause I'm gratеful (Thank)
Life is what you make it (Yeah), so I'ma stay a hundrеd 'til I make it
And why you cuffin' her? She sendin' pictures to me naked
I just hit her, put her out, why you layin' up cakin'? (Lame-ass n***a)
Long story short, these n***as lames, I can't explain it

[Chorus]
Why you wifin' that bitch and you know she ain't shit?
Why you hangin' with them n***as if you know they gon' snitch?
Why you ridin' with them n***as if you know they ain't gon' shoot?
Why you lyin' in your raps, boy? You know that ain't the truth
Why you wifin' that bitch and you know she ain't shit?
Why you hangin' with them n***as if you know they gon' snitch?
Why you ridin' with them n***as if you know they ain't gon' shoot?
Why you lyin' in your raps, boy? You know that ain't the truth
[Verse 2]
Uh, boy, you know that ain't the truth (Truth)
Don't really know the streets, but talkin' numbers in the booth (Pussy)
Team East gang, them my soldiers, them my troops
I'm a Ghetto Boy, bitch, rock foreign, ride coupes, uh (Skrrt)
Street n***a, couple tats and a couple wounds
So you know I'm bringin' all the straps and all the guns
My shooter, he a lost soul, I hope he play it cool (Uh?)
Don't become another soul tryna play the fool (Pussy)
Yeah, kitchen talkin' with my boo
Only guns and bad bitches get to danglin' my booth
Poppin' seals off, spikin' molly and they boost
Got a chopper in the car, got a sniper on the roof, uh
Fuck the judge, n***a (N***a), free Quammy (Quammy)
These n***as stretch a bag, catch a body
Ridin' with that bitch off safe, ain't no problem
Used to hold the horn down, ask Kenny, ask Omi, n***a

[Chorus]
Why you wifin' that bitch and you know she ain't shit?
Why you hangin' with them n***as if you know they gon' snitch?
Why you ridin' with them n***as if you know they ain't gon' shoot?
Why you lyin' in your raps? Boy, you know that ain't the truth
Why you wifin' that bitch and you know she ain't shit?
Why you hangin' with them n***as if you know they gon' snitch?
Why you ridin' with them n***as if you know they ain't gon' shoot?
Why you lyin' in your raps? Boy, you know that ain't the truth