Fake (feat. Storm Charloté)
He's fake
He's fake
He's fake
He's fake
He's fake
He's fake
He's fake
He's fake
Okay okay okay
Okay okay
Jah Fendii
Or Big Fendii
Either one
Okay okay okay okay
Okay okay
I came to collect
Everything that's mine
Don't even waste my time
Niggas ain't come to play around
Talking behind my back but in person you wouldn't say a sound
Sound like a coward to me oh word bro that's how you really get down
I guess it's 'cause a younging been quiet real low key for a while
That gives a nigga the right to talk real crazy out his mouth
He's slithering
Slithering just like a snake
He is not real he's fake
He would eat off of your plate
Probably would snitch to the jakes
Probably won't be on the case
Gotta get out of there and get out of there before it's too late
Big talk of the town but whole time he's not holding no weight
Like come on bro what are you doing
Look how you moving you gotta get up out of here
Yeah
Look how I'm moving I'm moving real shiesty I'm moving real grimy
Yeah yeah
Look how you moving you moving real cautious you scared for your life
Yeah yeah
Remember we used to break bread together but now your fake
Remember we used to steal clothes together you turned to a snake
How you gonna switch up on your dog we used to run from the jakes
Storm how'd you get your funds up making money everyday
I need to be a teacher or something teach you how to flip your pay
You need to be in a funeral or something cause they running in your place
I came to collect
Everything that's mine
Don't even waste my time
Niggas ain't come to play around
Talking behind my back but in person you wouldn't say a sound
Sound like a coward to me oh word bro that's how you really get down
If you was the king he'll do you grimy slime you out for the crown
You been winning and you been smiling and he on the side with a frown
You're kidding me
Can't believe it no way
Thought he was real he's fake
He'll lie right in ya face
Friendship went to waste
Keep you a heater up to your waist
I create he copy and paste
Show no love yeah he just hate
Type of stuff that Fendii hate
Type of stuff that make Big Fendii mad
He's fake he's fake he's fake he's fake
He's fake he's fake he's fake he's fake
Okay okay okay
Okay okay
He's fake
He's fake
He's fake
He's fake
He's fake
He's fake
He's fake
Okay okay okay
Okay okay
Jah Fendii
Or Big Fendii
Either one
Okay okay okay okay
Okay okay
I came to collect
Everything that's mine
Don't even waste my time
Niggas ain't come to play around
Talking behind my back but in person you wouldn't say a sound
Sound like a coward to me oh word bro that's how you really get down
I guess it's 'cause a younging been quiet real low key for a while
That gives a nigga the right to talk real crazy out his mouth
He's slithering
Slithering just like a snake
He is not real he's fake
He would eat off of your plate
Probably would snitch to the jakes
Probably won't be on the case
Gotta get out of there and get out of there before it's too late
Big talk of the town but whole time he's not holding no weight
Like come on bro what are you doing
Look how you moving you gotta get up out of here
Yeah
Look how I'm moving I'm moving real shiesty I'm moving real grimy
Yeah yeah
Look how you moving you moving real cautious you scared for your life
Yeah yeah
Remember we used to break bread together but now your fake
Remember we used to steal clothes together you turned to a snake
How you gonna switch up on your dog we used to run from the jakes
Storm how'd you get your funds up making money everyday
I need to be a teacher or something teach you how to flip your pay
You need to be in a funeral or something cause they running in your place
I came to collect
Everything that's mine
Don't even waste my time
Niggas ain't come to play around
Talking behind my back but in person you wouldn't say a sound
Sound like a coward to me oh word bro that's how you really get down
If you was the king he'll do you grimy slime you out for the crown
You been winning and you been smiling and he on the side with a frown
You're kidding me
Can't believe it no way
Thought he was real he's fake
He'll lie right in ya face
Friendship went to waste
Keep you a heater up to your waist
I create he copy and paste
Show no love yeah he just hate
Type of stuff that Fendii hate
Type of stuff that make Big Fendii mad
He's fake he's fake he's fake he's fake
He's fake he's fake he's fake he's fake
Okay okay okay
Okay okay
Credits
Writer(s): Storm Charloté
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