Fake Da Funk Lyrics

Can't fake the funk

Aks & pumps

Fill up the slums

So from the jump

I live by the gun

Scars on my back

They from the ones I trusted on

You did me wrong

You get shitted on

Let's make it clear

My pockets filled

No opps in here

I walk & talk fly like a pimp

Roll up the dope & light the spliff

They don't like the kid

Toting big iron like Michael fists

Ducking from the cameras when I'm making a play

He dissing on his songs now he fading away

Came gunning for the throne

Put the crown in my hand

From the land niggas blam, broad day in ya face

I press play on ya tape then eject

2 wack

Bitch I kill like a devils reject

Sig Haig type nigga u clowned u slept

Pull that nina cock it out & make that barrel 2 step

My worst yo best

My shirt yo check

Bitch I go 3 hard 4 the times I was eating in the dark

Demons tryna hold on my feet left a mark

Had to get them niggas off me cause I came too far

On the block serving hypes shit that look like smarties

I'm a dog like a marley

If you broke don't call me

All alone, hip 2 tone chrome in the party

Tryna have a good time nigga don't get me started

Lil niggas saw me wit the gang & they clicked unfollow

Like I'll ever give a fuck bout a bitch ass, switch up, on a nigga that ain't never did bad

Ball like herro, play wit the cake like gym class

Hoppin out the S class still got jet lag

Prayed for the times my rhymes help me cut lines

A dime, post her on the timeline now she real wet

A high five to my real slimes

Hotbox in the drop top till I get tired

Put the crack in the crock pot

No wifi turn the trap to the hotspot

Clothes on my back you cannot find

Came from the gritty had a wallet none in it Now my bitch so pretty, my bank account make her smile

Been stacking up money in the safe till it stock pile

Too high profile, new lamb wit no mileage

Can't fake the funk

Aks & pumps

Fill up the slums

So from the jump

I live by the gun

Scars on my back

They from the ones I trusted on

You did me wrong

You get shitted on

Let's make it clear

My pockets filled

No opps in here

I walk & talk fly like a pimp

Roll up the dope & light the spliff

They don't like the kid

Toting big iron like Michael fists