Fake Sleep lyrics

[Intro: YSR Gramz]
It ain't hitting, so I fake sleep
That lil pus*y wasn't even hitting, so I

[Verse 1: YSR Gramz]
That lil pus*y wasn't even hitting, so I fake sleep
Bro'll pull up, get to shooting like he KD
Stop flashing that bankroll, that lil pape' cheap
That lil n*gga said he wanted smoke, I f*cked his auntie

[Verse 2: RMC Mike]
He claim he hottest in the city, boy, you can't be
I'm only dealing with a rich b*tch, I feel like Tay B
Security'll wack a n*gga ass, what's up, KB?
He got some drank, but he want a verse, so this ain't cheap
I'm too busy getting pape', ain't got time to lose
First time I met her, called her b*tch, I know that's kinda rude
Pulled up TRX, that mean it's time to move
Street n*gga, stashed a hundred racks inside my momma room

[Verse 3: 3200 Tre]
Huh, these designer shoes
The b*tch I got ain't really sh*t, I'm always buyin' food
Huh, money always call my phone, I don't got time to snooze
Mikey told me hold my wrist up, this that Obama dude
Huh, you wanna get rid of a body, use embalming fluid
If I can't find a n*gga that I want, I put his momma through it
This one 'bout to pay the bills, I can't get tired of music
I really don't got sh*t to do, it's always time to do it
Hm, clip on this b*tch long as hell, I can lean on it
The dope I got came strong as f*ck, I'm in here beating on it
Hm, I like the way her coochie look, I'm always eating on it
Huh, soon as I'm done, I go to sleep, I put my thing on her
[Verse 4: YSR Gramz, RMC Mike & 3200 Tre]
These .57's stung his ass, I put some B's on him
We took his ass up to the sky, put some wings on him
This dope didn't come with the stamp, it's Lord of The Rings on it
I ain't even have to shoot that n*gga, I put some fiends on him
Couldn't've done it by myself, I put the team on it
Ain't nobody made it out the L, I just seen closer
Mariah Carey on the di*k, I make her sing on it

[Verse 5: YSR Gramz]
I put a dot on his head, I got a beam on it
You gotta hold the Drac like this, I got a mean shoulder
Bro so high off the pills, he keep leaning over
If you ain't tryna give that pus*y up, then you ain't coming over
He ain't have that backend for us, beat up the club promoter

[Verse 6: RMC Mike]
.57 coming fast as hell, knocked the couple over
86 money on the roochies with a bunch of motor
I don't like that b*tch, her pus*y stink, had a bunch of odor
50 on the Glock, that A.R.P. got a hunnid' on it
Hm, I can shoot for days
Pulll up on a block, air it out, I'm not Super Ray
Still in the streets, drop another opp and then I move away
Ain't going back and forth with oldheads, these n*ggas oot and ye
[Verse 7: YSR Gramz]
I sware to god I love my auntie, she get a script a day
Smoke a n*gga like a Backwood, he get blew away
I'm tryna make another hunnid' K, I'm like a dub away
If I see a n*gga I'on like, I'ma mush his face

[Verse 8: 3200 Tre]
Hm, wasn't nobody steppin' up, so I just took the play
Hm, nobody handed me no food, I went and took a plate
Hm, this b*tch a shoot around the corner, this a crooked 'K
I usually be calm, but I'm feeling like a crook today
Huh, my n*gga Ri finna get out, I hear the helicopter
Hm, me and Mike got two fifths, y'all be sharing bottles
Hm, money is not everything, I don't care about it
The Drac' done became a part of me, can't go nowhere without it