Fakest $hit Lyrics

I ain't really with that fake shit

Guap

You can not call me Guap, you don't make this shit

Rolling woods full of dead niggas, finna face this shit

Can't bring niggas nowhere, they be taking shit

Rather keep my circle small as hell, niggas fake as shit

All that love, niggas showing that shit fake now

Bring me B.O.A, or the Chase, I fuck with banks now

Like her ass tooted up, and her face down

Can only kick it for a little minute, need my space now

Yop bitch, I need my space, tell a hoe, get out my face

The way I don't fuck with niggas, they be asking, what's my race

Hit his ass with green tips, you would think I fuck with Jace

Pull up spraying, get to burnin' shit like we brought some mace

Nah nigga, this that four nick,

I'm tired of broke niggas always asking, can they hold shit

Better get up off yo ass, get yo own shit

These niggas talking hot, slide they block, they ain't on shit

These niggas ain't on shit, they got pussy in they heart

If I don't got the Glock, I'm finna choke a nigga like he Bart

Catch him shopping up at Kroger, leave a pussy in the cart

I'm the type to finish shit, and I don't even gotta start

If it's dark, put a flash up on the Glock so I can see some shit

She like, why you always at the stu? I wanna be some shit

No, I'm not a dirty nigga, but I keep some shit

I don't like to be around too many niggas, I be peeping shit

You cannot kick it with me, this ain't FIFA, bitch

Why you talking about these hoes that you got but can't keep a bitch

I done been through so many, I could read a bitch

She going through my phone while I'm sleep, I'm finna leave this bitch

Nigga, give me any beat, I'm finna eat that shit

If they put me in that room, ain't saying nothing, finna eat that shit

Catch him driving to the paint, finna beat that shit

Got so much heat up in my vault, finna leak that shit

Nah, let me drop some

Hit his ass with 30 like a perc, I'm finna pop some

We ain't cleaning shit, pull out stick, we finna mop some

We tryna open doors for the L, they tryna lock some

Yop, that be the fakest shit

Pull up on they block, 300 degrees tryna bake some shit

Niggas talking about some pros, they ain't making shit

They used to be up on they block, now they not on some vacant shit