Fake Love
Surrounded by fake love
They talk about me behind my back
And then they dap me up
What type of pussy shit is that
You boys just crack me up
And all that cap shit that you talkin
It aint adding up
See everything I'm sayin
I got facts to back it up
Everyday Im prayin
Hopin that the feds aint fast enough
Everyday my youngins lurkin
Strappin up and maskin up
A lick they aint gone pass it up
The risk aint even worried bout it
Yea I know you heard about em
Yea they caught another body
They say thats the third body
And lets just get this shit here clear
This here go for everybody
If you dont wanna be the fourth
You aint even heard about it
You dont wanna go to war
In Baton Rouge I"ll tote that rod
Them bullets gone bust thru burglar bars
I pray them boys dont make it tomorrow
Them jackboys jackin and stealin them cars
We up up late night servin that raw
We duck tape nigga like the muthafuckin mob
Real Flygoon nigga where the work at boi
Our circle so small
I can count my niggas on one hand
I told my nigga 2010
In ten years Im a be the man
The plug fronted me 2000 bags
But that was like in a six month span
My niggas real jackboys living fast
Im havin my way
Ion know why I got all these niggas mad
Cause Im too fly
Im duckin the FBI
Had UP on fie all the way to Terry Heights
I had it on smash bitch I see no lies
And keepin it real
You aint livin like you sayin
Bitch I seen yo live
And fat boy you know you a snitch
It aint no way to justify it
Aint no hoe in me
I aint no bitch and I dont like yo kind
We gone walk down wit them sticks
Like bowlin balls and knock em down
From SEL to HSV to Zone6
Bitch we bosses now
Play and its gone cost ya now
We thru with takin losses now
R.I.P to Speedy
Everywhere I walk around I'm
Surrounded by fake love
They talk about me behind my back
And then they dap me up
What type of pussy shit is that
You boys just crack me up
And all that cap shit that you talkin
It aint adding up
See everything I'm sayin
I got facts to back it up
Everyday Im prayin
Hopin that the feds aint fast enough
Everyday my youngins lurkin
Strappin up and maskin up
A lick they aint gone pass it up
The risk aint even worried bout it
Yea I know you heard about em
Yea they caught another body
They say thats the third body
And lets just get this shit here clear
This here go for everybody
If you dont wanna be the fourth
You aint even heard about it
A1 and Tripp stay up
You know I got ya I'll be waitin when the time is up
And Money go in Tuesday
Mane this shit here wild as fuck
They talk about me behind my back
And then they dap me up
What type of pussy shit is that
You boys just crack me up
And all that cap shit that you talkin
It aint adding up
See everything I'm sayin
I got facts to back it up
Everyday Im prayin
Hopin that the feds aint fast enough
Everyday my youngins lurkin
Strappin up and maskin up
A lick they aint gone pass it up
The risk aint even worried bout it
Yea I know you heard about em
Yea they caught another body
They say thats the third body
And lets just get this shit here clear
This here go for everybody
If you dont wanna be the fourth
You aint even heard about it
You dont wanna go to war
In Baton Rouge I"ll tote that rod
Them bullets gone bust thru burglar bars
I pray them boys dont make it tomorrow
Them jackboys jackin and stealin them cars
We up up late night servin that raw
We duck tape nigga like the muthafuckin mob
Real Flygoon nigga where the work at boi
Our circle so small
I can count my niggas on one hand
I told my nigga 2010
In ten years Im a be the man
The plug fronted me 2000 bags
But that was like in a six month span
My niggas real jackboys living fast
Im havin my way
Ion know why I got all these niggas mad
Cause Im too fly
Im duckin the FBI
Had UP on fie all the way to Terry Heights
I had it on smash bitch I see no lies
And keepin it real
You aint livin like you sayin
Bitch I seen yo live
And fat boy you know you a snitch
It aint no way to justify it
Aint no hoe in me
I aint no bitch and I dont like yo kind
We gone walk down wit them sticks
Like bowlin balls and knock em down
From SEL to HSV to Zone6
Bitch we bosses now
Play and its gone cost ya now
We thru with takin losses now
R.I.P to Speedy
Everywhere I walk around I'm
Surrounded by fake love
They talk about me behind my back
And then they dap me up
What type of pussy shit is that
You boys just crack me up
And all that cap shit that you talkin
It aint adding up
See everything I'm sayin
I got facts to back it up
Everyday Im prayin
Hopin that the feds aint fast enough
Everyday my youngins lurkin
Strappin up and maskin up
A lick they aint gone pass it up
The risk aint even worried bout it
Yea I know you heard about em
Yea they caught another body
They say thats the third body
And lets just get this shit here clear
This here go for everybody
If you dont wanna be the fourth
You aint even heard about it
A1 and Tripp stay up
You know I got ya I'll be waitin when the time is up
And Money go in Tuesday
Mane this shit here wild as fuck
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Writer(s): James Hunter
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