Fake sh*t lyrics

[Intro: J. Stalin]
(Ayy, ayy, you gotta keep that in the beginning)
(Ayy, ayy)
Gotta let fake n*ggas do fake sh*t (Fake sh*t)
So we can separate sh*t
Gotta let the fake n*ggas do they fake sh*t (Fake sh*t)
So we can separate sh*t

[Chorus: J. Stalin]
Gotta let fake n*ggas do fake sh*t (sh*t)
So we can separate sh*t
And we can see the real n*ggas from the fake sh*t (sh*t)
See the real n*ggas from the fake sh*t
Gotta let fake n*ggas do fake sh*t (sh*t)
So we can separate sh*t
And we can see the real n*ggas from thе fake sh*t (Hold up, hold up, ake sh*t)
We can see thе real b*tches from the fake b*tches

[Verse 1: Slim 400]
Blassic, n*ggas told you I was blassic
Wallabees and Kangol on the kids, yeah, we're magic
Study every night, drinking Hennessy in my habit
Chuckin' up four hundred, blewin' up, I'm in the score
f*ck quarantine, get the snow through the bows
f*ck quarantine, get the money through a store
Real play the fake 'til the fake don't know
Classic, b*tch, thugged out, Pac sh*t, go
I say, "Gang," let 'em think, let 'em drink (Woo)
Money be the evil, turn fake b*tch fake (Hold up, goddamnit)
Ayy, don't let 'em play you man, you stay true
Ooh, they artificial, they ain't got a clue (Ice Wata)
[Chorus: J. Stalin]
Gotta let fake n*ggas do fake sh*t (sh*t)
So we can separate sh*t
And we can see the real n*ggas from the fake sh*t (sh*t)
See the real n*ggas from the fake sh*t
Gotta let fake n*ggas do fake sh*t (sh*t)
So we can separate sh*t (Hey, Slim, what it is, n*gga?)
And we can see the real n*ggas from the fake sh*t (It's Lil Blood, fake sh*t)
We can see the real b*tches from the fake b*tches (I got you, brother, uh)

[Verse 2: Lil Blood]
How you my brother but you let them n*ggas speak on me? (Damn)
You heard them n*ggas plottin' like they finna creep on me, uh
Keep it on me, n*gga, I'm a stepper (Stepper)
I break a b*tch and put her back together (Facts)
Glock 45 under my sweater, Glock 45 for you haters
f*cked up my brother, turned into a traitor (Damn)
Dre, he was my dawg, but we don't kick it no more
He smokin' weed with the opps like we ain't trippin' no more
My b*tch told me I'm a dog and she don't love me no more
I fell for a Twitter b*tch, yeah, I'm in love with a ho (Sheesh)
Gotta let the fake n*ggas do fake sh*t
So we can separate sh*t

[Chorus: J. Stalin]
Gotta let fake n*ggas do fake sh*t (sh*t)
So we can separate sh*t
And we can see the real n*ggas from the fake sh*t (sh*t)
See the real n*ggas from the fake sh*t
Gotta let fake n*ggas do fake sh*t (sh*t)
So we can separate sh*t
And we can see the real n*ggas from the fake sh*t (Fake sh*t)
We can see the real b*tches from the fake b*tches