Fakest $Hit
I ain't really with that fake shit
Guap
You can not call me Guap, you don't make this shit
Rolling woods full of dead niggas, finna face this shit
Can't bring niggas nowhere, they be taking shit
Rather keep my circle small as hell, niggas fake as shit
All that love, niggas showing that shit fake now
Bring me B.O.A, or the Chase, I fuck with banks now
Like her ass tooted up, and her face down
Can only kick it for a little minute, need my space now
Yop bitch, I need my space, tell a hoe, get out my face
The way I don't fuck with niggas, they be asking, what's my race
Hit his ass with green tips, you would think I fuck with Jace
Pull up spraying, get to burnin' shit like we brought some mace
Nah nigga, this that four nick,
I'm tired of broke niggas always asking, can they hold shit
Better get up off yo ass, get yo own shit
These niggas talking hot, slide they block, they ain't on shit
These niggas ain't on shit, they got pussy in they heart
If I don't got the Glock, I'm finna choke a nigga like he Bart
Catch him shopping up at Kroger, leave a pussy in the cart
I'm the type to finish shit, and I don't even gotta start
If it's dark, put a flash up on the Glock so I can see some shit
She like, why you always at the stu? I wanna be some shit
No, I'm not a dirty nigga, but I keep some shit
I don't like to be around too many niggas, I be peeping shit
You cannot kick it with me, this ain't FIFA, bitch
Why you talking about these hoes that you got but can't keep a bitch
I done been through so many, I could read a bitch
She going through my phone while I'm sleep, I'm finna leave this bitch
Nigga, give me any beat, I'm finna eat that shit
If they put me in that room, ain't saying nothing, finna eat that shit
Catch him driving to the paint, finna beat that shit
Got so much heat up in my vault, finna leak that shit
Nah, let me drop some
Hit his ass with 30 like a perc, I'm finna pop some
We ain't cleaning shit, pull out stick, we finna mop some
We tryna open doors for the L, they tryna lock some
Yop, that be the fakest shit
Pull up on they block, 300 degrees tryna bake some shit
Niggas talking about some pros, they ain't making shit
They used to be up on they block, now they not on some vacant shit
Guap
You can not call me Guap, you don't make this shit
Rolling woods full of dead niggas, finna face this shit
Can't bring niggas nowhere, they be taking shit
Rather keep my circle small as hell, niggas fake as shit
All that love, niggas showing that shit fake now
Bring me B.O.A, or the Chase, I fuck with banks now
Like her ass tooted up, and her face down
Can only kick it for a little minute, need my space now
Yop bitch, I need my space, tell a hoe, get out my face
The way I don't fuck with niggas, they be asking, what's my race
Hit his ass with green tips, you would think I fuck with Jace
Pull up spraying, get to burnin' shit like we brought some mace
Nah nigga, this that four nick,
I'm tired of broke niggas always asking, can they hold shit
Better get up off yo ass, get yo own shit
These niggas talking hot, slide they block, they ain't on shit
These niggas ain't on shit, they got pussy in they heart
If I don't got the Glock, I'm finna choke a nigga like he Bart
Catch him shopping up at Kroger, leave a pussy in the cart
I'm the type to finish shit, and I don't even gotta start
If it's dark, put a flash up on the Glock so I can see some shit
She like, why you always at the stu? I wanna be some shit
No, I'm not a dirty nigga, but I keep some shit
I don't like to be around too many niggas, I be peeping shit
You cannot kick it with me, this ain't FIFA, bitch
Why you talking about these hoes that you got but can't keep a bitch
I done been through so many, I could read a bitch
She going through my phone while I'm sleep, I'm finna leave this bitch
Nigga, give me any beat, I'm finna eat that shit
If they put me in that room, ain't saying nothing, finna eat that shit
Catch him driving to the paint, finna beat that shit
Got so much heat up in my vault, finna leak that shit
Nah, let me drop some
Hit his ass with 30 like a perc, I'm finna pop some
We ain't cleaning shit, pull out stick, we finna mop some
We tryna open doors for the L, they tryna lock some
Yop, that be the fakest shit
Pull up on they block, 300 degrees tryna bake some shit
Niggas talking about some pros, they ain't making shit
They used to be up on they block, now they not on some vacant shit
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