FRAUD versuri

Versuri Softwilly & ORYX – FRAUD lyrics

[Intro: Softwilly]
Mm, mm, mm
Mm, mm, mm (Yeah, yeah)
Mm, mm, mm
Mm, mm, mm

[Chorus: Softwilly]
Yeah, yeah, you know that I get it
Steppin’ outside if you with it
Fuck with me, boy, I’ll have you trippin’, I’m fitted
Talkin that shit through the phone, come get it
Fraud bitch owned, just know that I’m livid
You short lil’ shit, you fried
Smokin’ on a pack, fuck that shit, eat this 9
Runnin’ up racks, that’s day and night
You livin’ with your mama, ooh, son, I’m cryin’
Talkin’ ‘bout you, lil’ guy
Makin’ all this bread you spend, boy, it’s just rye
Just know you lie
So kneel down, son, bow your head, then drink this wine
God ain’t make you right
Ain’t no better, but Lord, please fix his height
Tweakin’ out, that’s fine
But tinker with my shit ain’t it, my switch gon’ fly

[Bridge: Softwilly]
(Woo, ooh, ooh)
Boy a fraud though, just how it is
(Woo, ooh, ooh)
I ain’t make the rules, son, you ain’t legit
(Woo, ooh, ooh)
Callin’ my phone up, actin’ all pissed
(Woo, ooh, ooh)
Boy just mad that he ain’t got my bitch

[Verse: ORYX]
I cannot fuck wit you
Why you left ‘em for dead? You’re not bulletproof
They done taught you the game, now you snake ‘em too
All that pussy shit, lookin’ like Looney Toons
Makin’ goofy moves, you could never be up
Snaked out your gang and you paid for the fuck
Got racks in the bag, you got nothin’ but dust
I worked for this shit and now I be up, ha
Can’t keep my distance, you all in my shit like a virus
I stand on my business, ignore you regardless
My shooter got aimbot, he moves like a Dalek
Yeah, unload the clip, this a heavy ass stick
When I’m done, I don’t even think we’ll recognize you
Talkin’ so much shit that it’s makin me sick
All of the dollars, the gualas, at least they be honest
I speak for myself when I say that I don’t even fuck with you
Iced out my wrist and the coupe, that shit two-of-two
Say that you’re true and you real you ain’t got the proof
You just copy the style, you ain’t got the groove
On the ‘net, you just type for the fame
But the pressure get high and you start actin’ strange
If he gon’ talk on my name, I don’t fuck with you
Say it again, little bitch, we don’t fuck with you

[Chorus: Softwilly]
Steppin’ outside if you with it
Fuck with me, boy, I’ll have you trippin’, I’m fitted
Talkin that shit through the phone, come get it
Fraud bitch owned, just know that I’m livid
You short lil’ shit, you fried
Smokin’ on a pack, fuck that shit, eat this 9
Runnin’ up racks, that’s day and night
You livin’ with your mama, ooh, son, I’m cryin’
Talkin’ ‘bout you, lil’ guy
Makin’ all this bread you spend, boy, it’s just rye
Just know you lie
So kneel down, son, bow your head, then drink this wine
God ain’t make you right
Ain’t no better, but Lord, please fix his height
Tweakin’ out, that’s fine
But tinker with my shit ain’t it, my switch gon’ fly

[Outro: Softwilly]
Woo, ooh, ooh
Woo, ooh, ooh
Woo, ooh, ooh
Woo, ooh, ooh