Counterfeit Lyrics

Tell me this, is it fucking counterfeit lil bitch

Cuz there ain't no going back and forth you acting like a snitch

I'm fucking itching

I wont pay a fucking dime if i'm gon live

Because there ain't no turning back and running like a little kid, scared

Check my line i'm straight to go

Next thing you know i'm on the floor

Like where my bitch and who this hoe

No time to relax I can't go home

I catch my breathe with a blunt in my hand

Look dead where I stand like a broke white crayon

Gotta act like shit and be that man

Can't stop my blood it's like quicksand

It take your life like one, two drop

Let me grab that molly up in your sock

"And since i'm here let me get your shoes"

I kick to the curb make the boy kick rocks

My veins are just fucking running

My veins are just fucking running

My veins are just fucking running

My veins are just fucking running ah

Tell me is it counterfeit

I know you wanna see me die, take a fucking pic

I'll really kill myself before I take a counterfeit

So take it with me then i'll motherfucking represent

Oh you don't wanna yet

Tell me this, is it fucking counterfeit lil bitch

Cuz there ain't no going back and forth you acting like a snitch

I'm fucking itching I wont pay a fucking dime if i'm gon live

Because there ain't no turning back and running like a little kid, scared

Check my line i'm straight to go

Next you know i'm on the fucking floor

Like where my bitch and who this hoe

No time to relax I can't go home

I catch my breathe with a blunt in my hand

Look dead where I stand

Like a broke white crayon

Gotta act like shit and be that man

Can't stop my blood it's like quicksand

These fuckers are up to something

I took it and I felt nothing

I'm downing a little fentanyl praying I get a buzz in

But, motherfuckers where i'm from don't care if you die

They just wanna make the news

But you ain't even get your face online it was just a pic of the noose you used

How damn pathetic to get the medics

To get a motherfucker that know all of the thetics

To me it just down heretic

I guess from all of the bullshit that's in my damn genetics

I shoulda just fucking left it

Addiction the new aesthetic ah

Tell me this, is it fucking counterfeit lil bitch

Cuz there ain't no going back and forth you acting like a snitch

I'm fucking itching I wont pay a fucking dime if i'm gon live

Because there ain't no turning back and running like a little kid, scared