[Verse 5] This one for the fuck fake niggas That love to just hate, dog Always talkin' that wild shit See 'em never let them verbs off All these fuckin' missed calls Might delete the whole call log Thousand dollars for the jeans, fam She grip 'em when a nigga swerve off Think I need a desert A, need to zip my face Thinking they know Jacques, niggas don't know me Grew up on my lonestar, niggas roll that weed