​fake love lyrics

[Part l]

[Intro]
(Bi- Bi- b*tch)
(Hahahaha)
(Phoenix)

[Verse]
I'm finna stack this money to the ceiling, I need rubber bands (b*tch)
Quick to call it quits, that's why you ain't got no bands
Jig is up, run it up, double cup, big ole' blunt
Model b*tch with a big butt, that's my favorite type of stuff
I stay with the cheese, she know I got cheddar
I ain't got no heart, but I got Chrome Hearts on my sweater
They like, "How you do it?" Yeah, b*tch I could be better
She stay giving neck, yeah, I call that b*tch a header
There's something you ain't telling me, b*tch, like, "What the f*ck I miss?"
You got passed 'round like a blunt, but that sh*t was some mids
I can name 5 motherf*ckers off the top of my head
You was giving top 'cause you ain't got no friends
Giving that top, but didn't wanna smash, huh, but nobody love that b*tch
You was breaking hearts, we all knew you was a goofy b*tch
You was getting f*cked then would text me on some "I love you" sh*t
Ducking me for following b*tches, but you a hypocrite
Yeah, you was hated at school, I know, that's why all yo' friends some hoes
You had me attached, but you was f*cking my bros
Damn, that sh*t is gross, should've never done the most
'Til I put yo' ass on blast, you just got toasted like some toast
Broke boy, look at them toes
Dirty ass edges and you ain't got hoes
b*tch can bake a whole loaf if she cut off all her rolls
Wanna get disrespectful, give a f*ck about yo' mental
I was finna kill myself 'bout a b*tch, I was acting mental
Think I give a f*ck 'bout the past, sh*t is sentimental
If you wanna go to that level, I'll get confidential
b*tch, if you was a car, you would be a rental
You just f*cked my brother, but he used you like utensils
Think it's time to go, go, go, dumbass ho
You f*cking yo' ex, he's a human antelope
Jumping on di*k, like you playing jump rope
Need to use yo' head, you still love using yo' throat
Yeah, I just f*cked this beat up, huh, I'm the G.O.A.T
[Outro]
(You know I'm the G.O.A.T.)
(She let me get that throat)
(Pistol, what I tote)
(Drank's up on yo' toes, yeah)
(Why she do the most?)
(Why you do the most?)
(How you do the most?)
(How you do the most?, yeah)
[?something about a SRT?]
(Got a hunnid in my wallet)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Woah, woah)
That b*tch a ho, we know, now-

[Part ll]

[Intro]
(What do you desire?)
Whoa, yeah, yeah

[Verse]
(b*tch)
Wanna give you something special
Give a f*ck bout yo' mental
S5, ain't no rental
He didn't know utensil
Having same coincidental
And for me she confidential
Yeah, let me check my schedule
Promise I'll be gentle
[Outro]
(I'ma send you, I'll send you a contact)
(If she wanna f*ck, then I'm on that )
(f*cking on you, but I ain't attached)
(Yeah, and I don't, [?])
(Moncler on the coat rack)
(Broke ass b*tch got no bands)
(b*tch)
(No bands)