They Laced Lyrics

How you real and you fake

That shit so make believe

I like my bitches with no waist

Cute face no Maybelline

Smoking exotic everyday

I'm living life in every way

I'm posted up outer space

I split the check with my ace

They stuck on broke like they laced

We riding round with that k

It's only me on that case

If a fuck nigga in my way

Disposed this iPhone

Get my line gone

They can't know what I'm on

These niggas screaming real

But they more faker

Than some rhinestones

Gemstones on my wrist

Posted up like I ain't on shit

But all these hoes still on my dick

She give me pleasure for my fix yeah

Smoked out loc'd out

Riding with the pistol grip

Fuck all my opps

Don't give no fuck about no dead niggas

I'll go to war with the whole world

If it's bout my bread nigga

Two cups one with ice

The other one to mix that red nigga

And every time I pour up

I just slow up like a dead nigga

Dread locks like shatas

In hot cars on go

Riding four deep in four cars

Fina hop out GI Joe

Got them memorized by the lifestyle

Real fly shit I know

Keep a bad bitch on stand by

At every place I go

Yea yeah

Smoked out loc'd out

Riding with the pistol grip

How you real and you fake

That shit so make believe

I like my bitches with no waist

Cute face no Maybelline

Smoking exotic everyday

I'm living life in every way

I'm posted up outer space

I split the check with my ace

They stuck on broke like they laced

We riding round with that k

It's only me on that case

If a fuck nigga in my way

They know what I'm on my mind gone

But I know that my time on

I done made it out of shit

When niggas folded

Cause mind strong

I know Ivo got my spine

He on the same time that I'm on

I know two guns that's my dawg

He riding or drying for me he on call

Flexing like a mother fucker

I can do this shit with no deal

Turnt up like a mother fucker

I been high off life with no pill

Shout out to my mud brother

We ain't copping shit with no seal

Treat him like my blood brother

We done been through shit that's so real

How you real and you fake

That shit so make believe

Going hard till the eighth degree

Burning on runtz got to face my weed

Out of space that's the place to be

Ran through racks on shopping sprees

On lean and plenty weed

Ran through wips I love to speed

Do the dash on a winning spree

Smoked out loc'd out

Riding with the pistol grip

Smoking exotic everyday

I'm living life in every way

I'm posted up outer space

I split the check with my ace

They stuck on broke like they laced

We riding round with that k

It's only me on that case

If a fuck nigga in my way