​​tits fake lyrics

[Verse]
Yeah, my hair f*cked up but my fit (Aye)
And my b*tch, Prada real but her tits fake
And I can't f*ck wit' you if you b*tch made
[?] but I think I'm finna faint
And I can't even stand how I f*ckin' look
Know a couple boys that rob, you know a couple crooks
And I do read you like a f*ckin' book
[?] restaurant, come here, you gettin' f*ckin' cooked
Come [?], I'm on my max sh*t (Max sh*t)
I'm wit' two hoes and my n*gga Mack, b*tch
And my n*gga st47ic told them, "Mack, b*tch"
Yeah, told my n*gga st47ic 'cause his strap, eh, eh
Lights, camera, action
I'ma up and Choppa get to clappin'