Stitches - k** A Fake Rapper lyrics

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane] I'm smokin' on that super gas, you might not even wanna smoke with me Sellin' dope, my n***as rob you, don' even wanna buy dope from me Not a lil flipper, I'm s**er free, not lil tipper they crown me king [?], give 'em Mac 10, scrap on me now think I'm just rappin' [?] shout out, I make a n***a run, like a n***a just signed for a USA team Kick him in the a**, now he got hemorrhoid, that's what you got for trynna f** with my boys Thou shall not k** and I know it's God's will, but gotta take some with the lord [?] as a sword and I know it's a sword, but [?] Make the crowd applaud, when I pull up in the Charger, pull up in the Charger, n***a, no charge 100,000 dollars got 'em taken it apart, n***as [?] die so hard 8 bottle, molly, I'm hard from the start, 24/7 mamma keep me awoke Credit card Friday bought, but the b**h go hard and I want an abort [Hook x2: Stitches] Aye, let's k** a fake rapper Let's k** a fake rapper Let's k** a fake rapper Let's k** a fake rapper You ain't never seen no dope You ain't never seen no dope You ain't never seen no dope p**y a** rapper, you ain't seen no dope [Verse 2: Stitches] I'm gettin' sick and tired of these fake a** rappers Imma 'bout to go on a robbin' spree So you better give them gold chains to me Your entourage cannot do nothin' Cause when they see me, they start runnin' Ain't no hesitation in my blood, n***a, I just start gunnin' f** a n***a named Young Jeezy I told the n***a he can come see me We can throw them hands, we can tote them guns But that n***a scared to come see me I think I made him sh** himself So I gotta buy the n***a some diapers Talkin' 'bout you sold that coke Talkin' 'bout you part of BMF, you's a joke If anything, you was a driver But you never was no drug supplier You probably ain't seen no brick And you damn sure ain't hittin' no lick I know the truth about ya You's a confidential informant Me and Gucci 'bout to cook you, boy But this ain't no George Foreman You rappin' about a fairytale You ain't never owned no damn scale I can teach you how to be a real drug dealer Send bricks through the mail But I don't f** with Jeezy Cause that n***a real sleazy And until they put me in a grave Imma wait for him to come see me [Hook x2: Stitches] Aye, let's k** a fake rapper Let's k** a fake rapper Let's k** a fake rapper Let's k** a fake rapper You ain't never seen no dope You ain't never seen no dope You ain't never seen no dope p**y a** rapper, you ain't seen no dope