FAKENGGAS lyrics

[Chorus]
Yeah, my boy keep a Glock and a 'K with him (He keep a 'K with him)
I took that ho outside, and told her, "Don't play with him" (b*tch, don't play with him)
n*ggas wan' hang with the gang, but I cannot hang with 'em (No, I can't hang with 'em), yeah
No, I don't f*ck with these boys, I swear that I hate n*ggas
I can't f*ck with no fake n*ggas, no, I can't f*ck with no fake n*ggas
I can't f*ck with no fake b*tches, no, I can't f*ck with no fake b*tches
Rick Owens my jeans, Rick Owens my kicks, lil' b*tch, I get too fly
I'm getting way, way geeked with my b*tch, yeah, we get like too high (We getting geeked up)

[Verse 1]
Yeah, I put that ho on the X, now she piped up, she getting piped down
I put that ho on that Oxy' and codeine, now that ho geeked up
Yeah, I'm on some Oxy' and motherf*ckin' codeine, lil' b*tch, I'm geeked out
Yeah, Balenciaga boots so big, these n*ggas get stomped out
Hold on, hold up, yeah, I'm doing tricks in this b*tch
No, I don't skate, but I'm on my motherf*ckin' grind, and I'm doing tricks in this b*tch
No, I don't skate, but if that lil' ho fine, then I'll perform a trick for that b*tch
I took her out on a date, I took her straight to my room, then I hopped in that b*tch (Uh, yeah-yeah)
Diamonds on all my neck and my wrist, lil' b*tch (Uh, yeah-yeah)
I'm shinin' 'cause I'm a vampire, you could get bit, lil' b*tch (Uh, yeah-yeah)
I'm ballin' like a motherf*ckin' umpire, I put lean in the pitcher (Uh)
n*ggas ain't f*ckin' with me, and n*ggas can't touch my b*tch (Nah)

[Chorus]
Yeah, my boy keep a Glock and a 'K with him (He keep a 'K with him)
I took that ho outside, and told her, "Don't play with him" (b*tch, don't play with him)
n*ggas wan' hang with the gang, but I cannot hang with 'em (No, I can't hang with 'em)
No, I don't f*ck with these boys, I swear that I hate n*ggas
I can't f*ck with no fake n*ggas, no, I can't f*ck with no fake n*ggas
I can't f*ck with no fake b*tches, no, I can't f*ck with no fake b*tches
Rick Owens my jeans, Rick Owens my kicks, lil' b*tch, I get too fly
I'm getting way, way geeked with my b*tch, yeah, we get like too high (We getting geeked up)
[Verse 2]
Yeah, and I keep some motherf*ckin' cash on me (I got some cash on me)
Everytime that I move (Uh), gotta keep my bag on me (Gotta keep my bag)
If I hit that lil' b*tch (Uh), she gon' try to brag on me (She gon' try to brag)
If I f*ck on that ho (Uh), she gon' try to nag on me (She gon' try to nag)
We in that Lamb' chopped truck (Yeah), the insides red meat (The insides red meat)
f*cking this bad-ass b*tch (Woah), her insides red-pink (Her insides red-pink)
Yeah, I let the 'K pop, ho (Yeah), I'm goin' BLACKPINK (I'm goin' BLACKPINK)
Yeah, can't let main ho go (Woah), for that lil' lame ting (For that lame ting)
Yeah, I let the lame ho go, then hopped on the cash ting (Hopped on the cash)
Yeah, I switched my focus up, then hopped in my bag, man (Yeah, I hopped in my bag)
Yeah, I'm on some all black sh*t, you would think I was Batman (You would think I was Batman)
Yeah, I'm on the phone with my plug, tell that boy, "Send the whole thang" (Yeah)

[Chorus]
Yeah, my boy keep a Glock and a 'K with him (He keep a 'K with him)
I took that ho outside, and told her, "Don't play with him" (b*tch, don't play with him)
n*ggas wan' hang with the gang, but I cannot hang with 'em (No, I can't hang with 'em)
No, I don't f*ck with these boys, I swear that I hate n*ggas
I can't f*ck with no fake n*ggas, no, I can't f*ck with no fake n*ggas
I can't f*ck with no fake b*tches, no, I can't f*ck with no fake b*tches
Rick Owens my jeans, Rick Owens my kicks, lil' b*tch, I get too fly
I'm getting way, way geeked with my b*tch, yeah, we get like too high (We getting geeked up)

[Outro]
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