Authentic - Pressa

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