Fake Love (feat. Polo G)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayy, gee, gee, yeah, yeah
Ayy, ayy, oh, oh
Sheesh, sheesh
Ayy

Got off my ass, got to it fast, I know they hate it too (Ayy)
I said sho'nem from the village, bet he made the news
"No your honor" I know nothing 'bout
It, I just play it cool (Yeah, yeah)
Nigga I need dollars, I been in the kitchen we not makin' food (Ayy)
Bitches say they love me
I know it's fake though (Fake though), bitch I'm ridin'
I got more than fifty in this draco, I'm inside
We gon' leave them niggas with some
Halos (With some halos), I'm not lyin'
Rose gold AP on me, cost a bankroll, watch it shine, ayy

I get busy with the glizzy
I'm not scared of y'all, ayy (Scared off y'all)
Hide my face behind the tint, but I'm not scary dog
I won't mention none of the oppositions, I'ma bury y'all
He not solid, I heard that he snitchin', yeah he tell it all
Oh-oh, yeah, ayy
I can't do romance, bitch I been hopeless (I been hopeless)
Aye, trappin' on the daily, I need more bread (More bread)
And it's Long Live The Kings but
Off with your head (Off with your head)
Yeah, I can't tote no Nina and you can hold that

Got off my ass, got to it fast, I know they hate it too (Hate it too)
I said sho'nem from the village, bet he made the news (Yeah)
"No your honor" I know nothing 'bout
It, I just play it cool (Yeah, yeah)
Nigga, I need dollars, I been in the kitchen we not makin' food
Bitches say they love me
I know it's fake though (It's fake though), bitch I'm ridin'
I got more than fifty in this draco, I'm inside
We gon' leave them niggas with some
Halos (With some halos), I'm not lyin'
Rose gold AP on me, cost a bankroll, watch it shine, ayy

Givenchy and Amiri, pop out fresher than an Altoid, uh
Dracos, Glocks and Wessons, we got loud toys
How many shots? 'Bout one-four-seven, like I'm Calboy
My lil' killa, dangerous keep it on 'em, like he got a FOID
You know if I put foe nem on that car, it got destroyed
We ain't fuck, I kicked her out, she talk too much, I got annoyed
Tell you 'bout my life, bitch I'm a gangsta just to sum it up
He ain't from that sand box, can't stamp him, he ain't one of us
I was trappin' in the cold, tryna catch another rush
Pull up in that Beamer truck, all I know is run it up
Thirty in this Louis, feel like Glizzy, just for warnin' up
They heard 'bout my city, they won't tell me, they ain't dumb enough

Ayy, got off my ass, got to it fast, I know they hate it too (Ayy)
I said sho'nem from the village, bet he made the news
"No your honor" I know nothing 'bout
It, I just play it cool (Yeah, yeah)
Nigga, I need dollars, I been in the kitchen we not makin' food (Ayy)
Bitches say they love me
I know it's fake though (Know it's fake though), bitch I'm ridin
I got more than fifty in this draco, I'm inside
We gon' leave them niggas with some
Halos (With some halos), I'm not lyin'
Rose gold AP on me, cost a bankroll, watch it shine



Credits
Writer(s): Alex Christian Jean Petit, Taurus Tremani Bartlett, Calvin Woods, Luis Witkiewitz
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