Fake

(Hook: HellFire)
Bitch do not be fake to me or I'll be fake to you bitch
Im a god with the UZI, I lose it, when you try to bruise me
Thinking that you tough and acting like I'm stupid
You fucking used me and the rule is to stay back when I shoot it
Elvin cannot do shit so toodles to you who dissed?
My lyrics are like magic, I'm the Houdini of music
Im breaking it and bitch don't be fake to me
I would fucking pay to see you dead

Verse 1: HellFire
Touch me, and I will rip your ligaments
Bitch please, you cannot leave it so I switch
To a better reality, I had to see the pattern
Beating you up and the breathing troubled and the latter of which
Matter of fact Im leaving you with no back, a hole then done
When you attempt to get on this track I hold the gun
Four to my 20th and Ima roll the blunt
Rapping fast is my home ima be clear hear this son
Matter of fact my snapple facts are always true i come and i
Chop it and popping it gone again condescend until you die
Coming back to grab the mic and fuck him up until he tries to attack
Leaving you in the corner until you get into the closet
Beating this shit up proper and boy im demonic
Rapper from Albania Kosovar lyrics come behind it
And bro you can't do shit what u tryna prove bitch
Thinking you tough come and prove it cause im the one to prove shit

(Hook: HellFire)
Bitch do not be fake to me or I'll be fake to you bitch
Im a god with the UZI, I lose it, when you try to bruise me
Thinking that you tough and acting like I'm stupid
You fucking used me and the rule is to stay back when I shoot it
Elvin cannot do shit so toodles to you who dissed?
My lyrics are like magic, I'm the Houdini of music
Im breaking it and bitch don't be fake to me
I would fucking pay to see you dead

Verse 2: HellFire

Tryna intimidate me who the fuck are you?
Then you threaten me what you tryna do
I got my whole gang but right now I dont need them
1 on 1 right now is how I can beat him
Your lyrics are trash and your flow is just wack
And your clarity is like saturn from way back
Just know my boys will not compare to yours
Cause right now you'll pop a cold one with your toys
Ever since 2 years we were the people you were the manl
But you turned into a snake like Kevin Durant
No wonder why Melissa broke up with you
Cause you backstab bro the blood is on your hands
I've come back on the track to spit and attack
How do I continue to spit such facts no trash
No lies.. in the end we can be hostile
But you'll be the pussy and become a minimum wage member of a

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