Fake n*ggas Exposed lyrics

[Verse 1 C3ntre]
Im really sucking up
I eat it up eat it up eat it up
Too much di*k in my mouth my di*k limp on my sack
But now this gon need to take like a minute
And yeah i like the anal beads with the little bells on it
All these muthaf*ckers calling me papi they be in my DM callin me honey like yes b*tch i am chasin yo hoe ass im too busy catchin muhf*ckin STD's
Every n*gga in my block want this c*ck ima muhf*cking make that bed rock
Ima let my n*gga Gio f*ck the rest
Im here rappin with c*m on my chest
Its c*m fast n*gga none of you n*ggas are in it like this n*gga in me, n*ggas hard like the final test its hard to f*ckin bust stuck to the muhf*ckin sack
Finagain that means ill f*cking murder you
Make sure no one f*cking heard of you
For all the haters its been in our word for you b*tches
Me and Gio here no need to fear 2016 our muthaf*ckin year
f*ck all these fake wannabe rappears
Fire different places like [?]
Yeah ill make you take your songs off of soundcloud
Trynna reach for the goal [?] when you release your song ain't nobody
Gonna [?] b*tch
n*ggas out here trynna jump for the n*ggas cause they too scared to throw dem hands worm here makin money they out here recycling cans n*gga spittin too much fire f*ckin finna grill this sh*t but now ima let my n*gga Gio have return and kill this sh*t
[Verse 2 Gio]
Im in this sh*t in the foreign whip yo b*tch right here boy she a dip talkin sh*t get that 30 clip ill pop yo ass and then we dip the barrel lit dont cause a fit before i blow
Gang gang gang gang gang gang
Im on top please dont stop me f*ck the feds f*ck the paparazzi im on some me sh*t damn its pretty rocky dont test me before i get to f*cking poppin
Watch yo close ones friends are pretty flakey
Cut the grass low n*ggas really snakey
Im on this beat boy im pretty pasty
Man they dont hope that i dont f*ck yo lady
Its pretty shady but i dont give a f*ck
Im gon turn savage up
Have you lookin stupid dumb
Gettin money f*ck b*tches
That sh*t be lowkey fun
If i see the stupid feds im bout to blow them wit my gun
f*ck the ops f*ck the feds
See them roll up blow their heads
Double cup crazy dirty take that sh*t to the head
Man im feelin like a zombie all i want is f*cking bread
And i got this b*tch on her knees givin f*cking head
I ain't finished im still gon rap until im the richest
Dont f*ck with snitches
Snitches get stitches
Snitches are b*tches
My squad is the realest yo squad is the weakest
Watchu talkin bout willus
f*ck f*ck all of yo feelins
Blow this roof off the ceiling
Man this sh*t so appealing
Now i got my ass geekin
And i caught yo ass tweakin
So my n*gga we winnin
Im gon chase this guap til i reach a hundred and mili
And you know that im in it
b*tch im gon gon gon get it
Get that guap up n*gga so you know that im winnin
Shout out to all of my n*ggas that been with me since the beginning... n*gga