R.N.P. lyrics

[Chorus: BandGang Lonnie Bands]
b*tch you in a real n*gga's presence, why you fakin'?
Lyin' like she ain't a ho while she playin'
Like she wasn't on Mark Twain butt naked
Like she ain't f*cked the whole gang, b*tch stop fakin', ayy
b*tch you in a real n*gga's presence, why you fakin'?
Lyin' like she ain't a ho while she playin'
Like she wasn't on Mark Twain butt naked
Like she ain't f*cked the whole gang, b*tch stop fakin', ayy

[Verse 1: BandGang Lonnie Bands]
b*tch if I go broke would you rob your side n*gga?
Thousand pain pills, baby would you ride with it?
You ain't gotta take your panties, off I'ma slide in it
That lil pus*y got a little miles, I'ma drive in it
Ghetto ass n*gga, love them ghetto hoes
Man I love them ghetto hoes who swiped at them stores
Had your baby mama and your lil sister on that road
Different state every day, they ain't never coming home
Your ass owe my loan, ain't got no provolone
Your old ass over thirty, still sellin' stones
I can save you any day, I can save you some Asian hoes
I'ma raw dog the china, know I can save you some Asian blow, ayy

[Chorus: BandGang Lonnie Bands]
b*tch you in a real n*gga's presence, why you fakin'?
Lyin' like she ain't a ho while she playin'
Like she wasn't on Mark Twain butt naked
Like she ain't f*cked the whole gang, b*tch stop fakin', ayy
b*tch you in a real n*gga's presence, why you fakin'?
Lyin' like she ain't a ho while she playin'
Like she wasn't on Mark Twain butt naked
Like she ain't f*cked the whole gang, b*tch stop fakin', ayy

[Verse 2: ShredGang Mone]
Two grams of cookie wrapped in the backwood
Blue steel chopper on the front but the back wood
Did it 'cause I was starving, never had to act hood
Like a b*tch with a lace front, get your cat pulled
That last line was a sweet bar
Blues under the bed, I'ma stuff it in the G-Stars
Had your b*tch on the Twain, f*ckin' like a P-star
If that b*tch wasn't poppin' no pus*y then she was slidin' cards
Eighty twenty, I'm gon' break a b*tch
Ho try to fag with the cash then I'm takin' it
My daughter and my money, stupid b*tch I don't play with it
f*ck the feds, know them b*tches watchin', let the K spit, Shred

[Chorus: BandGang Lonnie Bands]
b*tch you in a real n*gga's presence, why you fakin'?
Lyin' like she ain't a ho while she playin'
Like she wasn't on Mark Twain butt naked
Like she ain't f*cked the whole gang, b*tch stop fakin', ayy
b*tch you in a real n*gga's presence, why you fakin'?
Lyin' like she ain't a ho while she playin'
Like she wasn't on Mark Twain butt naked
Like she ain't f*cked the whole gang, b*tch stop fakin', ayy