Lyrics Authentic - Pressa

Authentic

They ain’t authentic, they ain’t authentic
I’m the type to die for my homies take lessons
Niggas move like bitches, bitches moving different
Niggas in the trap, for a day they not consistent
They not consistent, niggas sittin' on work
And if that nigga itchin' then i shoot first
Clip in my ruger, clip look like a ruler
I could teach a lil' nigga lesson like a tutor
I just paid 1500 for this new shirt
T-Shirt Givenchy, Pressa Armani
So much on my shoulders, I feel like Hova
Bullets stretch a fuck nigga no yoga
Diamonds look like ace age, im in a iceberg
Designer winter coat, it got fox fur
Just remember, they say we members
They raided us in June and December
Trap smoke, gun smoke, yeah whatever
This is all I know I don’t no better
Gucci, gucci, gucci sweater
Tell me who realer, your shoes they not leather
They ain’t authentic, they ain’t authentic
I’m the type to die for my homies take lessons
Niggas move like bitches, bitches moving different
Niggas in the trap, for a day they not consistent
I’m the type, I’m the type, I’m the type
To die for my homies
I chip a brick like Karate
Ali, Holy, suddenly top bodies
He a dead man walking like a zombie
Gucci, Fendi, and my shoes are Bally
Ran him down my boots are Bally
Saucy, swaggy, oops I mean I’m Wassi
Wassi fell like Larry, I fell like Wassi
Ooh-ah, that fif' kickin' like Fifa
Smoke a nigga like some shisha
Meanwhile, the news say I’m a leader
Smoke him like sativas, diamonds like arenas
Niggas they gone freeze up, they hands numb
How niggas poppin' bottles and they mans gone?
They ain’t authentic, they ain’t authentic
I’m the type to die for my homies take lessons
Niggas move like bitches, bitches moving different
Niggas in the trap, for a day they not consistent
I’m the type, I’m the type, I’m the type
To die for my homies
I chip a brick like Karate