Fakes

Niggas out here claiming bro's
But be out here just fuckin ya hoes
Niggas claimin that they ride or die
When that pressure hit they ain't ready to die
See i dont do all that fake shit
Ima Real nigga fuck the snake shit
I'm all about gettin my bands up
This that fendi boy step ya brands up
Fuck all you pussy niggas
Got some hood niggas that'll bust quick
Trust this
Know I does this
I'm big homie oh I bust hits
You don't want beef my niggas move quick
Tellem hold on make this move quick
See I got this nigga that's moving slick
There he go nigga move quick

I hit that nigga on the low
Had to tellem what i know
See I heard you being fake
Throwing dirt on my name
Oh shit now I gotta hurt you
Oh shit now I gotta curse you
Oh lord it's gonna feel good now I gotta hearse you
Fake niggas
I hate me a fake nigga
You snake niggas
I can't fuck wit snake niggas
You fake niggas
I hate me a fake nigga
You snake niggas
I can't fuck wit snake niggas

Lets take the time to expose you
You a dumb nigga nobody knows you
And the only reason that they know you
Cus you was in my crew nigga I chose you
Yea you lucked up
But now you fucked up
Oh you cross me you gettin fucked up
I ain't talkin bout these hoes now when I say my niggas been cuffed up
Shoutout to my real niggas
And shoutout to my real bitches
If you don't fuck wit these fake niggas
Put your hands high give the middle finger
I need a bitch wit a fat ass
Who bout money, who chase the bag
She real hood but she got class
Them inches long keep these hoes mad

I hit that nigga on the low
Had to tellem what i know
See I heard you being fake
Throwing dirt on my name
Oh shit now I gotta hurt you
Oh shit now I gotta curse you
Oh lord it's gonna feel good now I gotta hearse you
Fake niggas
I hate me a fake nigga
You snake niggas
I can't fuck wit snake niggas
You fake niggas
I hate me a fake nigga
You snake niggas
I can't fuck wit snake niggas

All of these niggas canal street, this mob shit, wild deep
Wake a nigga since gemeyl sleep, still flowing, canal, creek
It's still boeing aisle seats, turbulence, mild sleep
Platinums cuffs, chain gang, to the gold chains, but i'm wild i'm free
Bitch i could drip a lagoons
Walk in the building we flagging already, as long as that shit is maroon
And all of my nigga's in tune
I pick my fit in the tomb
I get my fix with the tool
Try me i'll sit in the tombs
Try me then get in the tomb
All the real niggas never gotta tell a nigga he real though
Nigga, i'm real doe, and we getting real dough
Just look at the whip, i open the doors, it look like a field goal
My bitch wouldn't wear those, can't fuck with you weirdos
Y'all niggas are fake and hate but wait, cuz i hate the fake shit
We'll come rearrange shit, my niggas do bang shit
Cuz you a liar, or a supervisor, the way that you make shift
Make money and make hit, i just crawled out the snake pit

Fake niggas
I can't fuck with fake niggas
Fake bitches
Got some bitches who will fade bitches
Fake niggas
I can't fuck with snake niggas
Fake bitches
I can't fuck wit snake bitches
Fake
Fake
Fake
Okay
Fake
Fake
Fake
Okay
Can't fuck with them fake bitches
Can't fuck with them snake niggas
I can't fuck wit you stay the fuck away bitches



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Writer(s): Deaaron Brown
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