FAKIN’ lyrics

[Intro]
(What the hell is—)
Yuh, yuh, aye (Grreh, grreh)
Step, step, yeah
(What the hell is—)
Stepdad sh*t
Huh
Aye

[Chorus]
Why my shorty keep tweakin', we finna make it, yuh, yuh, yuh (We finna make it)
Said that you here from the bottom, ended up fakin' (Grrah, grrah)
Need my b*tch in some heels, we in the hills, she gettin' naked, yuh (sh*t)
Go in that b*tch with a shield (sh*t), see how it feel, with a lil' safety, aye
Can't have no kids on Stepdad sh*t, huh (That sh*t)
You better get back b*tch (b*tch), huh, ain't no simp ass sh*t (Grrah)
I had to quit that b*tch, aye, now I gotta live with that sh*t, aye (sh*t)
Back to simple ass sh*t, aye
Back to simple ass sh*t, yuh (sh*t)
Racks and thе fit can't fit, aye (Fit)
Facts, she said I ain't sh*t, aye (sh*t)
I'm tryna bring my lil' brothеr home, I can't tweak on a b*tch, aye (b*tch)
I can't think on a b*tch, yuh (b*tch)
I gotta hit it and quit, yuh, yuh (b*tch)
I like to be on my way on my own
I can't speak on a b*tch (Damn)
Yeah
[Verse]
Who raised y'all n*ggas, aye
Who raised y'all n*ggas
I gotta [?] (Grrah, grrah)
Know so many n*ggas that stay with a [?] (Grrah, grrah)
No bap, no bap, no bap (Damn)
I don't even know where she goin', I'm chasin' that b*tch (Grrah, grrah)
Why do I look for a place with that b*tch (Grrah, grrah)
Yuh, yuh, yuh (sh*t)
Why— why do I f*ck with ungrateful ass b*tches (Grrah, grrah)
Why do I look for the great in that b*tch (Grrah, grrah)
Yuh, yuh
Never gon' say no, b*tch I'ma save for a fit (sh*t)
Savin' a rack on my same old sh*t (Grrah)

[Chorus]
Why my shorty keep tweakin', we finna make it, yuh, yuh, yuh
Said that you here from the bottom, ended up fakin' (Grrah)
Need my b*tch in some heels, we in the hills, she gettin' naked, yuh (Aye)
Go in that b*tch with a shield, see how it feel, with a lil' safety, aye
Can't have no kids on Stepdad sh*t, huh
You better get back b*tch, huh, ain't no simp ass sh*t, damn
I had to quit that b*tch, aye, now I gotta live with that sh*t, aye
Back to simple ass sh*t, aye
Back to simple ass sh*t, yuh
Racks and the fit can't fit, aye
Facts, she said I ain't sh*t, aye
I'm tryna bring my lil' brother home, I can't tweak on a b*tch, aye
I can't think on a b*tch, yuh
I gotta hit it and quit, yuh, yuh
I like to be on my way on my own
I can't speak on a b*tch