Fake Shit (feat. 42 Dugg)

Mmm
Mmm
Ah, ah
What's happenin', Chi Chi?

I ain't on no fake shit
You get shot up in yo' face, bitch
Push up on Lil Kee, Lil Kee gon' give your ass a facelift (baow)
Mmm, know we quick to take shit
Mmm, know we quick to face shit
Make hits, take shit
Know we quick to break shit (let's go)
I remember pots and pans, we was shootin' off in a crate, bitch
Came around and they envy
I can't believe y'all, dog, get the fuck out yo' feelings
Can't push up on my momma, think I got me a milli'

I'm talkin' every single dollar, I can take care of my children
Get the fuck out yo' feelings
Prolly say that I'm trippin' (ah)
I do a lot of drugs, but I don't really be sippin' (ah)
I ain't four pockets full, but my pockets a lil' different
If I gave y'all my heart, 'kay, could you die with me nigga?
'Fore I go out like a sucker
Got my hand on the trigger (my hand on my guap)
If I put everything in, could you see the bigger picture?
And I won't never run my mouth, I show love to all my niggas
I do Percocets and Xan, and I mix drugs with my liquor
If you can twerk, go back and back for every one of you bitches
I used to lurk for every bag on every one of 'em missions
Lil' bitch, come get your issue

I ain't on no fake shit
You get shot up in yo' face, bitch
Push up on Lil Kee, Lil Kee gon' give your ass a facelift (baow)
Mmm, know we quick to take shit
Mmm, know we quick to face shit
Make hits, take shit
Know we quick to break shit
I remember pots and pans, we was shootin' off in a crate, bitch
Came around and they envy me
I can't believe y'all, dog, get the fuck out yo' feelings
Can't push up on my momma, think I got me a milli'

Goin' back and forth about mine, I'm tryna show her I'm different
Caught me slippin' up on counters
I been thuggin' since then, mmm (what she say?)
My bitch says she wanna fuck in the Benz, uh
Quarter million 'Cats, I give to all of my niggas
Why the fuck you textin' me? You just was callin' my nigga
Nah, we don't fall out 'bout bitches
I blow that chop when it's time though, mmm
She keep on Cs if she fine, bro, ooh
Three hundred Rs on the news
Bitch, I'm thuggin', get in tune
5:50 when I vroom, no cap (G-Wagon)
I don't want no fake bitch, hatin' bitch, know we quick to rape shit
Duggie, what you heard 'bout that? Better know we'll take shit

I ain't on no fake shit (huh)
You get shot up in yo' face, bitch
Push up on Lil Kee, Lil Kee gon' give your ass a facelift
Mmm, know we quick to take shit
Mmm, know we quick to face shit
Make hits, take shit
Know we quick to break shit
I remember pots and pans, we was shootin' off in a crate, bitch
Came around and they envy
I can't believe y'all, dog, get the fuck out yo' feelings
Can't push up on my momma, think I got me a milli'

Think I got it all
Think I got everything
Every day
Spin your block like a hurricane
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, take shit
Uh, uh, uh, uh, I was doin' main hit
Uh, uh, uh, uh, boy, you know I break shit
What's up on that stupid nigga? Give that boy a facelift
Ah (hahaha)
Give that boy a facelift
Ah, that nigga— (ayy)