Fake Lyrics

Yeah

Yeah

On That Tip

Maybe if I was fake this shit be easy

Why when they say they love me ion believe em

Why these bitches actin like I need em

Why these niggas keep actin like I ain't feed em

Like why

Like why I keep on buying shit if I don't need it

Like why I got a different bitch for every season

Like I won't get up and go ghost for no reason

Like I won't get up on that road to chase a bag

Five hours there five hours back

You don't trust em they gone stab you in ya back

You ain't trippin cus you always bounce right back

I ain't feeling like myself I'm bouta snap

Fuck these niggas cus they pussy and that's that

I'm out New York fashion week spending these racks

Ask these bitches I be damn near breaking they backs

Yeah

Maybe if I was fake this shit be easy

Why when they say they love me ion believe em

Why these bitches keep actin like I need em

Why these niggas keep acting like I ain't feed em

Like why

Like why I keep on buying shit if ion need it

Like why I got a different bitch for every season

Like I won't get up and go ghost for no reason

Don't come to me bout holding nothing

I just walked in a brand new crib

Fuck a bed man I might need a stove or sumn

I think I might have to dumb this shit down

I keep on rapping like Hov or sumn

I wasn't broke

I was just fucked up

Stick to me baby I'll learn ya sumn

Yeah

Yeah

These rap niggas is way to soft

Treat em like golf put a hole in one

These raps niggas done made me mad

I don't wanna hop on a song or nun

Don't wanna talk on the phone or nun

All that cool shit over done

These niggas is hoes

I said this shit once I'll say it again

Fuck these bitches I don't wanna link

Ain't chasing no pussy I'm chasing a M

I get dress I don't need a pic

My life is a flex like I work in the Gym

This must be a mistaken identity

I'm one of them

I am not one of them

She know it's a difference

Every time that talk she listen

Watch me turn to a chef when I whip it

Fucking up the Pyrex in the kitchen

Ion trust em I'm keeping my distance

And you know that I

And they know that I'm Walking and Standing and Crawling and Running and Standing On Bizness

Fasureee

Maybe if I was fake this shit be easy

Why when they say they love me ion believe em

Why bitches acting like I need em

Why these niggas keep actin like I ain't feed em