Laugh At It lyrics

[Intro]
(Dylvinci got the code)
Huh, yeah
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
n*ggas want beef, well I told him to pull up
Called the phone, lil' n*gga ain't pick up
Wanna be grown, get dropped by a real n*gga
Summer vacation, you still ain't learn yo lesson
I don't know who this n*gga testin'
I tote Glocks and Smith & Wessons
Stick got cancer, n*gga like a patient
n*ggas be internet, they fakin'
n*ggas be dissin' me with jokes, but I got facts, you n*ggas can't take it
Swear to god I ain't pick you up from ya mom in Atlanta n*gga
Swear to god you wasn't asking to hold n*ggas sticks when they pointed the camera n*gga
Swear to god you not fake bangin', you ain't really blood, you panic n*gga
My Glock got a light on it, with a flash light, panoramic n*gga
I swear to god I can't stand n*ggas, beforе I made a song about them band n*ggas
You see my palm, that's light n*gga, you get smackеd with the upper hand n*gga

[Interlude]
Man f*ck these n*ggas talkin' about bruh?
I really don't be on no beef sh*t n*gga, I really be, like out here
Outside n*gga, lookin' at the sun
n*ggas need to go outside
The f*ck?
n*ggas lame
[Verse 2]
n*gga live for the internet, that sh*t, it can't be me
Makin' jokes 'bout a Fitbit but in real life this n*ggas can't see me
I got the hands, n*ggas can't be me
A couple months, n*ggas wanna be bros, but now they wanna get clout and switch up, just so funny to me
n*ggas is hoes, its something to me
I'ma pimp this b*tch like a P-I-M-P
You ain't even eighteen, you ain't got ID
Boy buy what before you try to buy me
Lost two n*ggas this month, this sh*t get rough
My mental ain't feelin' the same
n*gga might try me, that Hemi go bang
I told that lil' n*gga I do not play games
This not a game system n*gga, when you check out you don't get to respawn
I'ma look down on you b*tch ass n*ggas who talk on the neck, 'cause I'm really a don
These n*ggas be PC rappers, they roleplay and they play Valorant
I play this game and that sh*t called real life
If you play try it I bet it won't end right
I called him up, he wouldn't answer
Text his phone, he wouldn't reply
But he quick to run on twitter, man I can't be one of them guys
b*tch I'm really with the sh*ts, I'm never inside, never petrified
Ask the last n*gga who tried to shoot me, now that boy dead, in the sky
n*ggas don't know me, that's a lie
I don't got a son, n*ggas [?] hit me up when they needed a ride
I ain't never talked down on no lil' n*gga, I'm not [?]
You give a n*gga ride, and these n*ggas deceiving
Swear to god these n*ggas not yo people, haha
[Outro]
Yeah
I don't give a f*ck 'bout no b*tch, man
I really be in the streets, n*gga
You know we gotta go eat n*gga
Not no internet n*gga
Like I don't know why n*ggas be thinkin' that
The f*ck? Grow up