Fakin’

[Intro]
(DJ Biko in the mix)
Hold on, light my blunt
Okay, we good
Yeah (Blatt)
Uh-huh-huh-huh
Uh-huh (Bitch)
Do it

[Verse 1]
See it all in they face, that they be faking (Uh-huh, uh)
Two bitches counting money, girl, I cannot be caking (Frrt, frrt)
If you say you want war with me, then I'm erasing (DJ Biko in the mix, doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo)
Push start on the whip, is you ready for me to race it? (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
This love not for us, you gotta face it (Yeah, yeah)
This game that you playin' get dangerous (Know it get dangerous)
When I walk up in the spot, I'm in the latest (Fly)
When I'm flexing, I can tell these niggas hate it (Blatt, okay)
Chief Runna, baby, you know it (Skrrt)
That lil' ho annoying
Say she wanna fuck, let's get going
Steady hittin' my phone like, "What you doing?" (Uh-huh)
Baby, I'm chilling, I'm counting this money (Uh-huh)
He ain't getting money, that boy too funny (Skrrt)
When he walked out, that boy so bummy
Baby said, "Chief Runna, you so cunning"
Shooters, they lurking, yeah, they hunting
Tryna buy swag, boy, I done done it
Shorty so bad, yeah, she stunning
Give me that thing, bae, I think I'm in love with it
Baby said she like the way that I'm touching it
Shorty said she won't ever get enough of it
Most of these lil' niggas under me
Real Runna, nigga, you is not running me

[Chorus]
Hop in the coup and you know that I'm flying
All of my soldiers be toting that iron
Ha, fah-fah-fah-fah
Boy, I can tell you that you not one of mine
All of my soldiers are ready to die
We gon' pull up on that boy with the nine
No, no, I'm not telling no lie
Run in your wallet, draw down with that fire (Uh-huh)

[Verse 2]
Don't you chief my weed (Don't), that's not your blunt, that's mine (Uh-huh, huh)
Yeah, that's mine (Don't because it's mine)
I'm a lil' hothead, I don't cry
If a nigga play, than a nigga get fried
I'm a lil' goonie and I never say die
Get off my phone, I don't have the time
Might have to put a lil' nigga in line
He don't get guap, that lil' boy lying
Wanna have my money, you won't get a dime
Everybody swear they wanna see me shine (Blatt)
But I know they telling stories (Do it)
Chief Runna don't got no worries
I'm in the studio cooking like Curry
Don't want that ho 'cause I know that she dirty

[Chorus]
Hop in the coup and you know that I'm flying
All of my soldiers be toting that iron
Ha, fah-fah-fah-fah
Boy, I can tell you that you not one of mine
All of my soldiers are ready to die
We gon' pull up on that boy with the nine
No, no, I'm not telling no lie
Run in your wallet, draw down with that fire