Fake Love 2

[1600J]

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All that fake love be around me, niggas evil
I be off a whole lotta drugs, running from my demons
.30 on me I be scheming, how you switch up on me for no reason
I been balling do it every season, you don't get it boy, we get even

See, I got a cold heart
I was steady rockin' Chromehearts
I was down bad, had to go hard
Yeah the double G, yeah the Goyard

Back then they ain't know us
Now these niggas wanna roll with us
Off the lean, I'm finna pour up
I'ma stay down 'till I blow up

I had to facedown, shit gon' blow sum
Why he talking like he know sum
.30 on me, we gon' smoke sum, yeah
And I'ma do hits in that rover
Put the drake on him, now it's over
All these hoes love me like I'm Sosa

All that fake love be around me, niggas evil
I be off a whole lotta drugs, running from my demons
.30 on me I be scheming, how you switch up on me for no reason
I been balling do it every season, you don't get it boy, we get even

[Pasto Flocco]

[?]
All my shooters, they playin' that defense
I had to up it 'cause that nigga reachin'
Can't come cross me, in completion
Cut 'em off, 'cause they gave me a reason

When they talkin' them racks, I'ma come to the meeting
When your hoe in the spot, I be friendly and greeting
Two turnt bitches name Titi and Kiki
Got a bitch from New Orleans, she walk with the beefy

Spin on the opps like a mo'fucking CD
When it come to the money, you know that I'm greedy
I dropped the BIN on some fucking Amiris
Broke ass boy, you still shopping at [?]

Scooping your bitch like a bucket like Jimmy
Sign for 2Ms, then I go Richard Mille
Hoes on my body, they ride me like Diddy
I'm from the rock, where it's dusty and gritty

Walk with that Smith & I go outside, risky
He had a stick, so I had to just frisk him
Shooter with me and them bullets gon' blitz him
Optical just tryna fuck up my [?]

Hop on the beat and I make it hit different
When I'm in the booth, it's a chef in a kitchen
I rock Dior nigga, I'm not a Christian

I got that stick for them lil' niggas dissin'
They got him, broad daylight, that's low as shit
Fuck all that daylight, midnight grinch
Shoot that boy up like a highlight mix

I feel like Jake when I highlight shit
You see my name, that shit highlighted
None of these niggas on my timing
I feel like Tony Hawk, I'm grinding

Strip a lil' bitch, make her buy my shit
[?] on the Moncler, [?] shit
Bro just got a transform ass whip
All my bitches wear expensive shit

Every song is a hit, is no miss
Everytime I make [?], bitch I hit
Feel like 21, I gotta dip

You know you rocking with Rada