Social Media Can't Help You

You've been bangin' your whole life, still a nobody
 If I slide me right now, who want more bodies? Shit
 Yeah, nobody
 In the trenches, I'm a gremlin, I got four bodies
 You a gremlin, who you kill? Yeah, nobody
 Tryna go against the don wearin' Foamposites
 Got LeBron, goin' Jordan, you gon' jump, man
 Wouldn't even take his chains, he be pump fakin'
 Who wan' romp with the don? I'm a throat taker
 Grim reaper in the night, I'm a soul snatcher
 What we on? Is we beefin' or we chit-chattin'?
 You poppin' it all on the 'Gram, we gon' chinstrap you
 Million followers and none of 'em can't help you
 Tell 'em jump up out the screen, I'm playin' Elvis
 All headshots, but he felt it in his pelvis
 You woofin' to the streets, social media can't help you
 A million followers and none of 'em can't help you
 Tell 'em jump up out the screen, I'm playin' Elvis
 Twitter fingers, it's about to get deadly
 You woofin' to the streets, social media can't help you
 A million followers and none of 'em can't help you
 Tell 'em jump up out the screen, I'm playin' Elvis
 Twitter fingers, it's about to get deadly
 I catch you in the street, social media can't help you
 Social media can't help you
 R.I.P.'ed his mans on social media, he tellin'
 I'm a convicted felon
 He add me on the 'Gram, the police always bein' messy
 Lookin' for a gun, the police all up in my section
 What's the message?
 Workin' with the team, might as well been a detective
 Wanna pull me over 'cause he say my plates from Texas
 Talkin' like he know I got a stash, I feel threatened, I feel threatened
 Mister expert
 All up in my ear, social media is hectic
 I ain't kill nobody, I ain't even finna answer
 Trouble keep on callin', I ain't even finna answer
 You woofin' to the streets, social media can't help you
 Shit, shit, nigga got all them followers and all that
 Million followers and all that, nigga
 Tell 'em jump up out that screen, nigga
 Social media can't help you
 A million followers and none of 'em can't help you
 Tell 'em jump up out the screen, I'm playin' Elvis
 Twitter fingers, it's about to get deadly
 You woofin' to the streets, social media can't help you
 A million followers and none of 'em can't help you
 Tell 'em jump up out the screen, I'm playin' Elvis
 Twitter fingers, it's about to get deadly
 I catch you in the street, social media can't help you (This call is being recorded)
 Yeah, what's up, bro?
 Ayy
 Talkin' all that slick shit on Twitter, bro
 Drop your location, I'm 'bout to pull up right now
 I got my niggas with me
 And they don't give a fuck about life
 They don't care about nothin'
 These niggas don't even raise they kids, you think they give a fuck about your life, nigga?
 One of my nigga's mamas is dyin', nigga, she dyin'
 The other one ain't even seen his mama, nigga
 So you better believe, nigga
 So what's up, nigga, is you ready to go?
 Ayy, hold on, bro
 Nigga, let's roll
 The fuck is you on? All that pump faking and talking (This real, nigga)
 Nigga, let's ride, nigga (Ayy, I'm on the motherfuckin' way, nigga)
 I ain't wastin' no time with nothin', nigga (Niggas tryna slide, nigga)
 When I get to pull up and clickin' on these niggas
 Ayy, look, nigga, we ready
 We got all the shits, shits, shits, nigga
 Here, nigga, you take mine then
 Nigga, let's go
 Ayy, we got two of these motherfuckers, nigga, I'm on my way
 Let's roll, friends
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