being honest (remix)

[Intro: XXXTENTACION]
Stand this
Youre changing, I cant stand it
My heart cant take this damage
And the way I feel, cant stand it
Mmm, I dont understand this
[Verse 1: Kay Flock]
How you love me? Im up in the booth (Booth)
Said Im lying, like, show me the proof (The proof)
Get in my bag , put a sixth in a deuce (Deuce)
She like, 'Who Wockesha?' Bitch, thats juice (Thats juice)
And you cant walk a mile in my shoes (My shoes)
You aint throw as much shots as I threw (You aint throwin)
You dont tote on the Glock like I do
And you definitely dont bend that block like I do (Like, like)
Lately, Ive been feelin alone (Alone)
But Im clutchin my chrome (My chrome)
Pray to my mama Im gon make it home (Home)
Twenty missed calls, I aint answer my phone (My phone)
Then I heard JB aint make it home (Home)
They say, 'Flocka, keep up and be strong' (Strong)
Nah, why? Cause that shit was wrong (Wrong)
And I told him to keep that bitch on em
I got my front, but is you behind me? (Hind me)
Get goofy like Martin and Gina (Okay)
Or get greedy like Keisha and Tommy (Like)
Then get deady like Whitney and Bobby
I brought my pole if she think she gon line me (Line me)
With the .30, I move extra cocky
If I aint dead or in jail , they cant stop me (Stop me)
Gotti and Notti and Scottie, my top three (Like)
Need a smooth G to spin, call up Gotti (Gotti)
Sosa with knocks in ya lobby (Lobby)
Know a ooter who aim for skullatis
He be buggin, his name is Lil Notti (Lil Notti)
If I tell him to get em, I know that he got me (I know it)
So I got him, he stay right beside me (Beside me)
I be thinkin like, she movin Wocky (Wocky)
She keep tellin me, 'Flocka, you got me' (She got me)
Is you gon climb for me if it get rocky? (Rocky)
A parole shinin through like its hockey
Cant box right now, bullets punchin like Ali (Ali)
Gotta keep it, I know they gon watch me (Watch me)
And I know that the feds tryna lock me (They lock me)
Ridin with it, I hope they dont stop me (Dont stop me)
If they do, then its gon be a high-speed (Skrrt, skrrt)
I pray God take the wheel, hope he got me (Got me, like)
[Bridge: XXXTENTACION]
I dont understand this
Youre changing, I cant stand it
My heart cant take this damage
And the way I feel, cant stand it
Mmm, baby, I dont understand this
[Verse 2: G Herbo]
Uh
Fore I focused on rap, I was sloppy
.40 Glocks used to pop where the opps be
Used to drop hollows, now I drop heat
If you speakin on the Raq, Im top three
I aint talkin videos, they watch me
He cant come to his hood, thats not me
Im a one of one, lotta niggas took Ls on a one-on-one
Pull up, hunnid shooters and a hunnid guns
Big bro told me, 'Swerv', get shit straight'
Really made it off rap, he used to risk-take
I made two-three mill off my mixtapes
All this ice, you would think a nigga wrist ache
Ive been eatin too good, havin big steaks
Everybody used to hate, got the shit face
Im like, 'Long live Nip, this a marathon'
But if it really was a race, you in sixth place
Pussy, Swervo gon kill if you push me, uh
Gotta take drops, so I been sippin Basa, I used to smoke lato and zookie
And I got security wit me, but lil broll still pull up with a fully (Brr)
And Im still Humble Beast cause Im from the streets but Im quick to pull up on my bully
[Outro: G Herbo]
You know that, go, go , go, ayy, go, go, go
Faceshot, Kay Flock, ayy, blow
Uh, uh, ayy, gang shit, nigga
Gang, gang