[Lyric] No Props (Sebbie Johal)

[Verse One: Sebbie Johal]
Put your motherfuckin hands down
Before you catch an ass whooping
Lack of respect, got me prepped
To get to crookin, when you ain't looking
Talk about some phoney shit , damn
Got chu thinking youre am, change of plans
Bet you think you thought you knew me
Like it was destined in God's plan
Wanna hear a funny joke? You might choke
Dying of laughter, like I did, cause folks
Be running around, acting like clowns
Walking tightropes, they ain't knowing
When Sebbie get to creepin on street
Only place you'll go, is where you hit floor
Claiming that your sorry
Fists be banging on heavens door
Do not disturb, but you keep on knockin
Cause you can't read thе signs
So imma show ya this, take a look
At this piece of my my fuckin mind
You got it twistеd
Claiming I'm acting , some kind of way
Yo break flappin like
Joe biden tryna figure out what to say
Must be confused
Cause your comprehension truly sucks
Not every slut out here be fuckin for puddles
It sounds rough
2K22 finna be dumping on you fool
Keep on stepping, you'll be guessin
When you get to these Reflections
Deranged lessons, I ain't stressing
Keeping it real, motherfuckas give me props
You be stuntin , fuck your fake shit
You can't hang trick
I'm filled with game, ye i see you hatin
You can't admit it , cause you a shame
Biting off a name , with no relation
Peep this shit, yeah you mistaken
Living a life, you can't see
Cause you jonsen for Crystal taking
Truth be told, I'm tell you now
This fuckin shit i kick Is to be feared
Don't make me show you
Why nobody hears about deranged feels
It's a shame that your trapped inside your childish ways
You get no props from me, So be it be
Now put your motherfuckin hands down
[Chorus]
You get no props from me
Posing like you bout all these thing you see
Bitch please, you get no props from me
Shadow, wannabes, following round me now

[Outro: Talking]
Yeah, that's right
Motherfucker keep your hands down
You get no props from me
Fuck your fake shit
Motherfuckers always coming into my lane
Let me put this into perspective for you
Thought i told you some of you
Motherfuckers be bitches too
I mean that, like, frontin ass motherfucker
But yall dont know
You can't get down with this shit
You ain't ridin like i do
You don't go for the things we go for

Nah, you just tryna be on scene
Frontin ass motherfucker, that's how you be
You dont know bout this real shit
Keep yo motherfuckin hands down
Don't get no props from me
You don't get props from anybody on Only Deranged
Right, ha, stay the fuck in your lane
You know who you are, and it dont stop right
Put your hands down
That's right, cause yenno it Only Deranged motherfucka
Westside, 604

[Chorus fades]