Verse 1
Mouth full of gold's nigga
All type of bitches at the shows nigga
I just bust a jug behind lows with it
And if the feds watching make sure you pose nigga
I'm with a bitch she tell me that I'm so good looking
Worth a lil b I'm in the trap cooking
I just did a magic trick and you wasn't looking
Fuck a rabbit out the hat I got a brick cooking
I been working all night I put in overtime
I Got all my Chainz on nigga overshine
I be flexing on these pussy niggas overkill
She a fool on it now she was shy a lil
All these diamonds on me dancing they don't sit still
Sipping all out Pint cracking up the seal
And I'm only smoking gas no baby loud
RIP To pimp C we forever trill hold up
Let me light the weed
Another cup
Got that real act
Roll sumn up
Verse 2
I smoke that og like it's nicotine
And no I don't drink fake lean
And all these diamonds on me hella clean
And nigga I don't wear Versace gold
I just came through givenchy fresh on them hoes
I gotta ratchet ass bitch she boost me hella lows
I finnesse out the work sell it for the low
Pass through the hood regal parked in front the store
You know I got plans to see a meal ticket
I'm making plays gotta stick with it
I'm so paranoid all these fuck niggas
And when it comes to these bitches I got trust issues
To the tenth power....
And I don't sip fake lean
I don't want no fake lean
These niggas sipping fake lean
And I don't want fake niggas around me
And I don't want no fake lean
These niggas sipping fake lean
Verse 3
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Fake Lean was written by Fendi P.
Fake Lean was produced by Cash Fargo.