Multiply (feat. Juicy J)

Fuck **** gon' multiply

'Fore the real **** die, fake **** gon' multiply

'Fore the real **** live, fuck **** won't multiply (Yeah, real shit)

Fuck **** won't multiply, fuck **** won't multiply (Mm-hmm)

Igh-igh, igh-igh-igh, igh-igh, igh-igh, igh

Yeah, ****

It's your boy Juicy J

Man, you gotta watch out for these old backstabbin', broke-ass

You know what I'm sayin', jealous, hatin'-ass **** out here, man, you know what I'm sayin'?

Man, these **** ain't no real ****, man, you know what I'm sayin'?

**** be smilin' in your face

Back in the buildin', sold crack in the livin' room

**** toe-tagged, sold gats for a livin'

Durag, keep a red or blue flag in the denim

One you be with be the one to shoot at you in a minute (Yeah)

Come to Harlem if you never seen Baghdad

First place I seen a **** sell crack at

Where the hustlers don't sleep, take cat naps

Shorty with the shotty limpin' like he got a bad back, back-back

Even in my will, keep it real, thuggin' in my field

To the day I peel, keep it trill, anything I feel (Yeah)

Youngins trained to kill, aimin', bangin' steel and slangin' krill (Mmm)

She shake it all for Satan just to paint her nails and pay her bills

I ain't really fuckin' with that Been Trill

Swear them **** booty like Tip Drill (Uh)

Nah, I ain't really into throwin' shots

But these motherfuckers better give me my props, word to Pac

Who the reason that these **** gettin' throwed?

Reason why you **** wearin' gold?

Jail pose in the pictures, prayin' fingers to your nose

I remember, if Pimp was alive, he'd tell these hoes and these **** (Mmm)

Even in my will, keep it trill to the day I peel (Mm-hmm)

Even in my will, keep it trill to the day I peel (Mm-hmm)

Even in my will, keep it trill to the day I peel (Mm-hmm)

Even in my will, keep it trill to the day I—

When the real **** die, fake **** gon' multiply

When the real **** die, fake **** gon' multiply

When all the real **** die, fake **** gon' multiply

But if the real **** live, fuck **** won't multiply

I'm the original Balmain badass, **** (Uh, yeah)

I'm the original Margiela madman, in the words of A$AP Yams

Smack the shit out a **** in these skinny pants, feel me?

Don't get it fucked up, ****, we been jiggy, been pretty

Still tell a bitch suck my dick, swag, swag, **** (Uh)

Shut the fuck up

Fuck with a **** like me, RIP my **** Pimp C (Woo, woo)

HBA shit is weak, you can keep that (Yeah)

Shit, I might fuck around and bring the Jeep back (Uh)

No doors on it, flexin' with the seat back (Yeah)

B-Boy with the G pack, might fuck around and bring the mink back

Word to Big Boi and 3 Stacks, ****

If you deaf bring the beat back, **** (Uh)

Fuck with a **** like me, RIP my **** Pimp C (Woo, woo)

HBA shit is weak, you can keep that (Uh)

I'm a trendsetter, you ain't even peep that (Yeah)

Where the hoes, where the weed, where the cheese at? (Uh)

Fuck the FCC, tell 'em bleep that (Yeah)

We ain't no fashion killers, ****, we fashionable killers

Y'all got Flacko fucked up

I'm the motherfuckin' Lord of this fashion shit

Don't I deserve just to brag a bit? (Yeah)

Set the blueprint, fuck your two cents

Number one stunner, ask Tumblr if I'm accurate (Yeah)

My motherfuckin' swag is immaculate (Uh)

Plus, I got enough style just to mack your bitch (Yeah)

I think back to when pockets packin' lint

It's like a **** got rich on accident

Now back to Pimp, bitches lie, killers never lie

Triggers on the side by side, bet I'm down to ride

Prosper still and strive, to the sky, call it catastrophic

We don't ever die, we just multiply, bitch

Fake-ass ****, you know what I'm sayin'?

These **** be out here talkin' 'bout they a street **** and shit, man

**** be gettin' extorted like a motherfucker out here, man, you know what I'm sayin'?

To the day I peel, keep it trill, anything I feel

To— to the day— peel— peel, keep it trill, anything I feel