Fake Beef

[Intro]
T.R.U. shit
No bullshit
Street shit
No cheap shit (Ayy, who the fuck is Narquise?)
Hott, talk to 'em

[Chorus: Hott LockedN]
All that fake beef, fake beef, fake smoke, lil' nigga
Fake beef, fake beef, fake smoke, lil' nigga
Fake beef, fake beef, fake smoke, lil' nigga
All that fake beef, fake beef, fake smoke, lil' nigga (Duh, duh)

[Verse 1: Hott LockedN]
We got a lot of sticks, nigga (Sticks, nigga)
Pull up on your block, make that bitch hit, nigga (Grrah)
Fifty round drum on this fuckin' stick, nigga (Stick, stick, stick)
Pull up on your block and make a nigga strip
I got nothin' but some hollows in this fuckin' clip (Baow), yeah
Nigga seen this fire and then he tried to dip (Dip)
We gon' pull up at your mama's house and let it rip (Rip)
Like Fourth of July, nigga, we gon' light up the sky (Sky)
Like forties and nines, nigga, we totin' on nines (Nine)
I'm high as a flight, nigga (Flight), I just took a flight
Nigga, you aren't a lion, nigga (What, nigga?), you a rat, you a mice
I heard that you droppin' a dime, nigga (Dime, nigga), we takin' your life
I gotta let you know, nigga
All them internet posts, boy, you really a ho, nigga
It ain't my fault you mad you woke up broke, nigga
It ain't my fault you mad you wearin' the same clothes, nigga
And they your ho's, nigga
Hot box, used to ride 'em to the Shoals, nigga
Might wipe your nose, ooh, been had that shit gold, lil' nigga
And I'm ridin' with blow (Ridin' with blow), got bags for the low, lil' nigga
All that fake beef, fake beef, fake smoke, lil' nigga

[Chorus: Hott LockedN & 2 Chainz]
All that fake beef, fake beef, fake smoke, lil' nigga
Fake beef, fake beef, fake smoke, lil' nigga
Fake beef, fake beef, fake smoke, lil' nigga
All that fake beef, fake beef, fake smoke, lil' nigga (Tony)

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
Ain't with all the cap on the 'Gram, that's that weird shit (Weird shit)
That's why I moved out to the woods, I can see deer and shit (Deer)
I got a stick on top a stick next to an FN, shawty (Fire)
Soon as they see me, they say, "Just playin', shawty" (Playin')
Shout out Ben Franklin, that's my best man, shawty (Best man, shawty)
Changed the whip black, it look like suntan on it (Suntan on it)
Pray I don't get pulled over, I got a life sentence in it (Life)
Used to be addicted to them light-skinned strippers (Light)
Then I had to switch (Switch), you real? I'm really rich
Told 'em folks, "You dig?" Then I showed them folks a ditch
I stay in my bag, bitch, let's go on a trip (Trip)
Cartier frame, four clover, Lil' Flip

[Chorus: Hott LockedN]
All that fake beef, fake beef, fake smoke, lil' nigga
Fake beef, fake beef, fake smoke, lil' nigga
Fake beef, fake beef, fake smoke, lil' nigga
All that fake beef, fake beef, fake smoke, lil' nigga (Duh, duh)

[Outro]
T.R.U. shit