Fake

This shit hard
These niggas dead to me see you at yo wake
Mad at me cuz you couldn't be in my place
Friend huh
Get the fuck up out my face
Where were you when a nigga caught a case
I dont give a fuck now
It's the money I'm uh chase
I'm uh big dog
Sandlot don't get me out the gate
I got em pissed off
And it's really real like Kevin gates
And fuck that friend shit we either brothers
I'm on my Morris shit
And I'm from the gutter
You never call her mrs nothing call her mother
We all want the same shit
We want the numbers
Yea nigga we want the numbers
Drop too hard
Now i feel like gunna
Casmagos and some marijuana
Got her pussy popping for stunners
Otto bulavrd on the come up
Always chasing paper
We ain't stunting runners
I'm done with banking but i still be on the turn up
You wit me bro
Fuck that bs we want the camas

These niggas dead to me see you at yo wake
Mad at me cuz you couldn't be in my place
Friend huh
Get the fuck up out my face
Where were you when a nigga caught a case
I dont give a fuck now
It's the money I'm uh chase
I'm uh big dog
Sandlot don't get me out the gate
I got em pissed off
And it's really real like Kevin gates

I'm uh big dog
Sandlot don't get me out the gate
I got em pissed off
And it's really real like Kevin gates



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Writer(s): Donte Brownlee
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