Juannabe Lyrics

Uh, tell me who a real nigga and who ain't one

You a liar, you never came where I'm from

You wannabe hood nigga, huh, no gangsta

Fake ass chains, take em off you see us, huh

Cheatin' on your last chick, shorty was a ten, your new girl is a seven

I mean that's pretty great, sad to see that you make her feel like a four

If you a real nigga, you wouldn't make her insecure, huh

Don't leave her round me, I'll make sure that she always feels cured

Damn, tell me the score, 'cause I'm tired seenin' your bitch ass at the door

You should've been an actor the way you livin' out fantasies surprises me

But, don't ever think that you cool with me

Don't ever think that you cool with me, bitch

I pop off on you, snake ass nigga, I make boots off you

Expose, I write a book right off you

Got that strap, I buck off on you, got that blade, I slice one off you

Wack ass tats, lemme burn them off you, ink so bad lemme skin them off you

Your girl too fine, lemme take her from you, my wifey said I should swoop her off you

Loyal to the code, never seen that from you

Got love for your mama, never seen that from you

Hit a lick in broad day, I don't see that in you

Dog ass nigga I smell bitch right on you

You don't know how it feels to have a target on you

Well now you do, wrist itchin' to smack the shit outta you

Got no lips, easy to chip your tooth

Probably thinkin' that K got a screw loose, nah, nigga it's straight up screw you

Nah fuck you and fuck what you wanna do

You ain't a mechanic don't tell me how to fix my whip you fool

How does Julie make you drool?

Creep ass nigga keep on lookin' for her

Don't make me tell your girlfriend bout her

You not from Hartford nigga, you from Canton nigga, stop actin' like you run shit nigga

I hate this nigga, I wanna slap this nigga, too bad I have to work with this nigga

He a lame ass nigga, he a bitch ass nigga, smoke weed but doesn't inhale ass nigga

How you 19 with a DUI my nigga? Your whip sound like it finna blow up nigga

Fuck this nigga, man, I hate this nigga, he a wannabe Rico Suave nigga

To be honest with you, you shouldn't even say nigga, bitch nigga

How the fuck is Ryan blacker than you bitch nigga?

Huh, again fuck this nigga, man, I hate this nigga

Everyone clowns you they don't even like you nigga

Bless you nigga, you gon need it nigga, lemme stop calling you nigga

I see you as a whitey lil wigga, go back to school you bitch ass wigga

Lame ass wigga, you're a whitey lil wigga, can't speak Spanish right, damn you are a wigga

Hol' up nah fuck callin' you a wigga, lil wigga, bitch, you straight up cappin' ass cracker

You just wish that you was blacker, might call 12 'cause you need some backup

Crashed two whips, oh, how'd you hol' up?

Instead of Angie, it should've been you

Tryna fight boy, man, what you finna do?

Call up your mommy and be all boo-hoo

Don't test me pendejo, try me then I'ma just go boom-boom-boom-boom-boom!

That was just a warm up, huh

That was just a warm up, huh

That was just a warm up, huh

Now I'm levelin' up, now I'm levelin' up, huh

Bitch, I'm levelin' up, huh, bitch, I'm levelin' up

Okay, you don't wanna see me black out, where I'm from we bring them guns out

No muscles we bring that iron out, and the iron bring that metal out

Don't make me bring Adoni out, he'd love to see you get whacked out

Not as much as me, bitch, I really wanna see you bleed

On low we know that you be switching teams

The way you look at Angel is more than a friendly thing

He got son boy, you can't replace that

Your life well I'ma just take that

I'm not afraid to buss back

Try to attack I'll take your neck and just snap that, no SnapBack, I need a hazmat

You fuck dirty white bitches without a wrap

Nigga you's a walking trap

Surprised you got no STIs from that one girl from that is a wife

Real niggas don't mess with trife, ass bitches that move fast as light

She was a solid four, she was built just like Ice Spice

Ass ain't move like water, you know that shit was stiff right?

No shame in implants but, you was sayin' that it was real right?

Kinda like your life alright, it's a living lie, alright,

Nigga I'm getting energized, I can do this all day and night

You ain't got license for bike

Where's your motorcycle, hombre?

Where's that house in the hood, hombre?

Where in Hartford are you from, hombre?

Can't name street in my hood, hombre

All you know came from stories hombre

Shouldn't be scared hombre

Of being yourself hombre

Treatin' this with the art of war

You ain't know what I got in store

No one really likes you bro, they all just tolerate you bro

Got more in my closet door, got more hidden in the floor, this ain't all I know of course

Take your sweet ass back to Canton with a new white whore

If I find out you're on life support, I'ma break in and pull the cord