Fake Love lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug]
Some bags of cash, yeah, yeah
Thugger, DT, cash, yeah
Trouble, Trouble
A lot of them n*ggas my motherf*ckin' brother
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Wheezy beats)

[Chorus: Trouble & Young Thug]
You can keep all your fake love
b*tch f*cking up my sheet with all that makeup
I still slide through the project to get my tape off
I'm on a screw bout the only time I lay up
It's a bigger lead, bigger lead, oh yeah yeah yeah
Doin bigger things, bigger things, with all my motherf*ckin' kids
I'm a bigger lead type of n*gga boy, you gotta stack some more bread
It's a bigger lead, it's a bigger lead, young n*gga young n*gga

[Verse 1: Trouble]
Skoob and Slime on the new ghost
Pimping strong still stuck on her like a Newport
I don't give no f*cks bout God I play Kukoc
Play my position to get the millions sh*t like Judo

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
I want some bags of cash
I want some mags, some bags
Doin' my dance, yeah
Blow out your brains, yeah
I'm doing my thang, yeah
I'm killin' yo mane, yeah
They bring him back up from the dead
I do it again, yeah
[Verse 3: Trouble & Young Thug]
Why I treat these hoes like some straight mutts
I thought my di*k gon give you sh*t, I caught a fake nut
Prolly didn't even hit the b*tch, just got my sock blowed
They talkin' bout Trouble "you retarded" You know my top blowed
I got your b*tch in La Parrilla eating taco
One suck my di*k while I blow in the other pothole
Thought you might be the plug, thought that she watching Narcos
She tried to tell a n*gga 'bout the boy El Chapo
Yeah, turn her a freak, to be the freak of the week
She wet as a pool, with her friend shawty so cool
Dawg, I can't near make this hoe mine
Ain't no pus*y that good, yo' fold-blind, shoulda
Hit it then pass it last
I'mma stretch it like elastic
I'm getting it fast
My diamonds they dancing, they dancing
These n*ggas so mad 'bout that
But ain't gon' do jack 'bout that
She got every bag again
She make 'em look bad, oh yeah

[Verse 4: Trouble]
I came through with bags again
Hoe n*ggas got mad again
I came to pick up my lil' cheddar
My grandma calling me [?]
I eat it, beat it altogether
[?] she freakin' like forever
Sheriff kinda heated like a kettle
It look like some beetles in ya bezels
[Verse 5: Young Thug & Trouble]
Slow speed, diamonds dripping on my motherf*cking shirt
pus*y n*gga play, they got the front row in the hearse
Dripping sauce on yo b*tch, make her burp, thirst
Drink that c*m down then come back first
b*tch do yo bars for the YSL
b*tch don't kick her out, she might tell
I said don't kick her out the room, she might tell
I know that b*tch well, she gon' tell someone they ain't gon' even give you a bail
And these n*ggas gon' tell
The f*ck sh*t that they didn't ask, fact
Wondering what the hoe 'bout
Them folks shoulda been told to pack a mat
Yeah, shoulda kept it real, shoulda told 'em it was that
But since you ain't real n*gga, you deserve to have jack

[Chorus: Trouble & Young Thug]
You can keep all your fake love
b*tch f*cking up my sheet with all that makeup
I still slide through the project to get my tape-up
Im on a screw bout the only time I lay up
It's a bigger lead, bigger lead, oh yeah yeah yeah
Doin bigger things, bigger things, with all my motherf*ckin' kids
I'm a bigger lead type of n*gga boy, you gotta stack some more bread
It's a bigger lead, it's a bigger lead, young n*gga young n*gga