2 Fake lyrics

by

ABG Neal


[Chorus]
You too fake, I can't f*ck with you n*ggas
Can't f*ck with you, too fake
On the block, I ain't make it to dinner
In the trap, I got my own plate
Leave her wet like a tub when I'm in her
I f*ck it up now she in love with a n*gga
Make it hot in the middle of winter
I took a loss and that's what made me a winner
You too fake, I can't f*ck with you n*ggas
Can't f*ck with you, too fake
On the block, I ain't make it to dinner
In the trap, I got my own plate
Leave her wet like a tub when I'm in her
I f*ck it up now she in love with a n*gga
Make it hot in the middle of winter
I took a loss and that's what made me a winner

[Post-Chorus]
If I call you my bro, then your b*tch is untouchable, n*gga
I ain't touching her, n*gga
You past me that chop, I ain't bluffing, I'm busting a n*gga
I'm busting a n*gga, look

[Verse 1]
I'm addicted to choppers and long nights, devil on sight
Said he don't want me living a long life, but he wrong, right?
I know n*ggas be mad as sh*t, we gon' run up a bag and split it in half
Can't f*ck up no packages, you saw my cuts, ain't bring no bandages
You left me hanging, wasn't mad you switched and that was the saddest
They got the federales tryna ask me sh*t, I get low and I'm passing
Got it that situation, got the back end grips, throwing bullets like Madden
We hit a touchdown on your block, it's lit, did him dirty for capping
No, we don't care what you jacking, you made a wrong move, that's a classic
Came with a long clip, everlasting, marry money, I'm in love with the cash and
Blue hundreds, think I find them attractive, look, look
[Chorus]
You too fake, I can't f*ck with you n*ggas
Can't f*ck with you, too fake
On the block, I ain't make it to dinner
In the trap, I got my own plate
Leave her wet like a tub when I'm in her
I f*ck it up now she in love with a n*gga
Make it hot in the middle of winter
I took a loss and that's what made me a winner
You too fake, I can't f*ck with you n*ggas
Can't f*ck with you, too fake
On the block, I ain't make it to dinner
In the trap, I got my own plate
Leave her wet like a tub when I'm in her
I f*ck it up now she in love with a n*gga
Make it hot in the middle of winter
I took a loss and that's what made me a winner

[Post-Chorus]
If I call you my bro, then your b*tch is untouchable, n*gga
I ain't touching her, n*gga
You past me that chop, I ain't bluffing, I'm busting a n*gga
I'm busting a n*gga

[Verse 2]
I heard they want me dead, that's a myth, money on my head, come and get
Bag and flip a double gram, that's a lick, tryna get a hundred band every trip
All up in the cut, somethin' like a stitch, kill what? They ain't doing sh*t
Don't depend on no man, no b*tch, bro, keep a suntan when it's brick
But, b*tch, I'm in love with the money, gotta know I'm in love the money
She a treesh, she gon' come for the money, but I could bet you she can't get nothing from me
And I can stretch you, get you wrapped like a mummy, hit that whip, you gon' crash like a dummy
Disrespect, I just laugh, yeah, it's funny, they know what's up, my shooters making it ugly
[Chorus]
You too fake, I can't f*ck with you n*ggas
Can't f*ck with you, too fake
On the block, I ain't make it to dinner
In the trap, I got my own plate
Leave her wet like a tub when I'm in her
I f*ck it up now she in love with a n*gga
Make it hot in the middle of winter
I took a loss and that's what made me a winner
You too fake, I can't f*ck with you n*ggas
Can't f*ck with you, too fake
On the block, I ain't make it to dinner
In the trap, I got my own plate
Leave her wet like a tub when I'm in her
I f*ck it up now she in love with a n*gga
Make it hot in the middle of winter
I took a loss and that's what made me a winner

[Post-Chorus]
If I call you my bro, then your b*tch is untouchable, n*gga
I ain't touching her, n*gga
You past me that chop, I ain't bluffing, I'm busting a n*gga
I'm busting a n*gga, look
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