Fake Luv 2

[Verse 1 : Freeco]
I know I’m trippin'
I don't need love (I don't need love), but I want it
I don’t need drugs (I don't)
But I think that I need you
No I don't need you
But I think that I need you
No I don't need you
No baby I do not need you (I don't)
I just know that I don't need you (I don't)
I just know that I don't need you
Even if I ever need you
I know that I am so see through
We should see some other people
I really don't wanna leave you, but I gotta leave you
I know it sound like I'm trippin' (Trippin')
I’m off the cannabis
I just poured the Activist
I might just smack a bitch
I need to relax a bit, ouu
Four ounces of the High-Tec
Damn shawty, where the plug at?
Where you at baby? I need that

[Verse 2: Xanman]
No baby I do not need you, I do it for all my people
On the block I was selling the eagle
Catch a opp, hope you know that I can see you
He a opp, why you ain't tell me?
Rerock wit the joint that you sell me
Trap phone, all we got is the LG
White girl saying, “when you gon' nail me?”
Off so many xans, I cannot pronounce
You ain't get that boy (?) I served up a ounce
Run up in his home, we got keys to his house
Plug got the pack, he said, “ship it out”
I got the water
That don't get a trout
XD and the Mac lets go bring it out
I’m making plays like we looking for scouts
Got 50 xans in the Goyard pouch
I got the water, but don't get a trout
XD and a Mac lets go bring it out
Tell her go get a nigga like what he about
Bags full of perks in the LV pouch
Skoop on the roof, go take him out
Two Macs then we rolling out
On the block with a new paper route
He talking on Twitter, he comin’ for clout

[Hook]
I got xans, xans, xans
Xans, xans, xans
I got xans, xans, xans
Xans, xans, xans
I got xans, xans, xans
I got Xans, xans, xans
I got xans, xans, xans (Bags full of hundreds)
Xans, xans, xans

[Verse 2 :Xanman]
I told you that nigga not killing
He ain't even real Spinrillin’
Break down two zips by the building
Two double cups, I get to spillin'
Where the gas? I need all the hundreds
Call the plug up, where you at lil junkie?
Trapping New Balance, go out the country
Big Glock shooting like Kris Humphries
Margiala stepping just walking Jimanji
All the guap, now I got to stumbling
Too many xans in my stomach
I heard he a plug, that lil nigga dumping
Two zips let's go out in London
Keep the sticks in the van, I’m drumming

[Hook]
I got xans, xans, xans
Xans, xans, xans
I got xans, xans, xans
Xans, xans, xans
I got xans, xans, xans
I got Xans, xans, xans
I got xans, xans, xans (Bags full of hundreds)
Xans, xans, xans