Cordae — Tough Decisions

[Hook: YBN Cordae] See I don't know about this fake love I'm not fucking with it When you gotta cut your friends off That's a tough decision But I did it I'll do it again I'm not no fool no pretend Tryin' get a coupe or a Benz You choosin' to sin Pop said you losin' you win Balenci, my shoes is a trend [Verse 1: YBN Cordae & Simba] Spinnin' the bin I got more diesel than Vin It's Ruga the gang bitch we win Fuckin' on twins Ima let bro fuck her friend She thought he got two for the ten She say the way we switch it shit is vicious Bank account lookin' healthy I'm nutritious Fuck em they never helped me had to get it Now niggas gettin' wealthy should have dent it I keep it with me for niggas suspicious We pull up with dracos and we get to hittin' Fuck a hoe, I put my man on a mission I get work from out of state, fuck tuition I came from whippin' babies in the kitchen Bro knock your grandma off and I ain't kiddin' My niggas clippin' Hi-Tech what we sippin' We waitin' on shipments That's just how we livin' D-D-D-Damn I got the mack with the strap Might bust a move with T-Mac and Lil Zach Be with some niggas smoke you like the pack Swervin' the Act team on my back Leave the game never play quarterback Try to swerve on my block gettin' jacked Don't do no songs cause ya'll niggas whack So if you want features just give me a stack [Hook: YBN Cordae] Gotta know about this fake love I'm not fucking with it When you gotta cut your friends off That's a tough decision but I did it I'll do it again I'm not no fool no pretend Tryin' get a coupe or a Benz You choosin' to sin Pop said you losin' you win Balenci my shoes is a trend [Verse 2: YBN Cordae & Simba] Damn I go too ballistic My new whip that shit futuristic "Fuck a Ruga" their shooters hittin' I made a new decision I don't fuck with these losers snitchin' In the courts they be too specific I be scorchin' I'm chasing bands gettin' fortunes Hit the plug got a new orlean 23 shots Michael Jordan Gloc' hit a nigga George Foreman Sellin' the perky's the corbins Hopped off the porch with the Gloc' in my shorts Dressed and had weight no socks in my drawers But the cops on the block Ain't no stoppin' the force So I had to get straight cause my pops he was poor Tryin' eat steak and the lobster of course But I rather get it right ain't no robbin' the stores Now my brother is missing just another in prison Can't be me then my mother is trippin' I gotta make it fuck ya'll I despise the hatin' And we started inside the basement Got brodi back in placement Gettin' money now your father hatin' Bussin' jugs we ain't conversatin' Chopper gon' cut down the population Any nigga can get nominated Got them bombs in the trap That's abomination Shoot a nigga fuck a combination Coolin' but Simba he's not as patient Smoke presidential inauguration We cook up crack just like Ronald Regan Cut niggas off that's a operation [Hook: YBN Cordae] Gotta know about this fake love I'm not fucking with it When you gotta cut your friends off That's a tough decision but I did it I'll do it again I'm not no fool no pretend Tryin' get a coupe or a Benz You choosin' to sin Pop said you losin' you win Balenci my shoes is a trend