​​​fakebtches lyrics

[Chorus]
Yeah, my boy keep a Glock and a 'K with him, yeah
I took that ho' outside, and told her, "Don't play with him"
Aye, b*tches wan' hang with the gang, but no I can't hang with 'em, yeah
No, I don't f*ck with these b*tches, I swear that I hate b*tches
I can't f*ck with no fake b*tches, no, I can't f*ck with no fake b*tches
I can't f*ck with no fake b*tches, no, I can't f*ck with no fake b*tches
Rick Owen my jeans, Rick Owen 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

[Verse 1]
Yeah, I put that ho on the X, now she piped up, she getting piped down
Yeah, 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, you can get stomped on, I- yeah
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, took her straight to my room, hopped up in that b*tch
Diamonds on all my neck and my wrist, lil' b*tch
I'm shinin' 'cause I'm a vampire, you could get bit, lil' b*tch, yeah
I'm ballin' like a motherf*ckin' umpire, I put lean in the pitcher, uh, huh
Y'all ain't f*ckin' with me, and y'all not touching my b*tch

[Chorus]
Yeah, my boy keep a Glock and a 'K with him, yeah
I took that ho' outside, and told her, "Don't play with him"
Aye, b*tches wan' hang with the gang, but no I can't hang with 'em, yeah
No, I don't f*ck with these b*tches, I swear that I hate b*tches
I can't f*ck with no fake b*tches, no, I can't f*ck with no fake b*tches
Can't f*ck with no fake b*tches, no, I can't f*ck with no fake b*tches
Rick Owen my jeans, Rick Owen 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
Yuh