FAKE FOE'S

I can't fuck with no fake hoe
I can't fuck with no fake bro

Thought he real but I ain't know
That he fuckin with shawty

Niggas switch how I change Clothes

Shoulda knew that he shady
That day he had left me
That's that shit that made me

Don't fuck with these niggas
Put that shit on baby
He got with lul shawty
And then I went crazy

Cause that was my brotha
I found out he fakin
That shit hit me hard
But now I'm paper chasing

Ain't no time for waiting
Must open yo mind
And let that bitch awaken
Yo homeboy don't fuck
With you he was just fakin

Whole lotta money count a Bankroll
Tryna get the dip like Queso

Married to the paper
Won't switch for no stank hoe

Tryna catch the bag
But that bitch on take off

Reach for this 44
That bitch blow up face off

My team the champs
Yeah we winning the playoffs

Straight for the chip
Yeah I'm bout to go take off

Bitch I'm the alpha
You Niggas omega

A lot of long nights
That I just had to stay up

And pray for my way up
This a full court shot
Bitch this ain't no layup

I just do me that's
Why these niggas hate us
They go off assumptions
They try to degrade us

But that's motivation
Cause I got some haters
Don't know what I been through
Don't know what had made me
Got me fucked up
When I found out
That you played me

Niggas be greedy
They also be shady
I don't give a fuck
About you or yo lady
You don't got no whip
But Yo girl whip Mercedes
I get that cash
Yeah I throw it like Brady
Dunk on that hoe
Like Tracy McGrady

Tbh with you I ain't got no time For you fake bitches
None of you Fake niggas, I'm tryna get this Money

I can't fuck with no fake hoes
I can't fuck with no fake bro

Thought he real but I ain't know
That he fuckin with shawty

Niggas switch how I change Clothes

Shoulda knew that he shady
That day he had left me
That's that shit that made me
Don't fuck with these niggas
Put that shit on baby
He got with lul shawty
And then I went crazy

Cause that was my brotha
I found out he fakin
That shit hit me hard
But now I'm paper chasing

Ain't no time for waiting
Must open yo mind
And let that bitch awaken
Yo homeboy don't fuck
With you he was just fakin

Whole lotta money count a Bankroll
Tryna get the dip like Queso
Married to the paper
Won't switch for no stank hoe
Tryna catch the bag
But that bitch on take off
Reach for this 44
That bitch blow up face off

My team the champs
We winning the playoffs
Straight for the chip
Yeah I'm bout to go take off
Bitch I'm the alpha
You Niggas omega
A lot of long nights
That I just had to stay up
And pray for my way up
This a full court shot
Bitch this ain't no layup

I just do me that's
Why these niggas hate us
They go off assumptions
They try to degrade us

But that's motivation
Cause I got some haters
Don't know what I been through
Don't know what had made me
Got me fucked up
When I found out
That you played me

Niggas be greedy
They also be shady
I don't give a fuck
About you or yo lady
You don't got no whip
But Yo girl whip Mercedes
I get that cash yeah
I throw it like Brady
Dunk on that hoe
Like Tracy McGrady

Man man man
Once a fucking again
Niggas folding over bitches man

Shit I shoulda just
Seen that shit coming
It's my own fault

Yeah bro

Ain't nobody
As hot as me

Dripped out Look
Like I hit a robbery

Jackpot
Just like I hit the lottery

Used to livin everyday
Stuck in poverty

Shit wasn't equal
We ain't have equality

Livin life fast
I'm livin it properly

I ain't have A's
But I'm still a prodigy

Straight to the top
Ain't nobody stopping me

Took the baddest bitch
Put her in some Prada jeans

Talked to mama and she said that She proud of me

Workin overtime yeah
They get a lot of me

My boy jimmy whippin
Honda No Odyssey

Yo bitch be friendly
And you just show modesty

Took her to the crib
And gave her pipe properly

When she go home
She walk through the door Awkwardly

Next words she say bae get on Top of me



Credits
Writer(s): Mikel Sosa
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