Fake Love 2

Lyrics

[1600J] 16 All that fake love be around me, niggas evil I be off a whole lotta drugs, running from my demons .30 on me I be scheming, how you switch up on me for no reason I been balling do it every season, you don't get it boy, we get even See, I got a cold heart I was steady rockin' Chromehearts I was down bad, had to go hard Yeah the double G, yeah the Goyard Back then they ain't know us Now these niggas wanna roll with us Off the lean, I'm finna pour up I'ma stay down 'till I blow up I had to facedown, shit gon' blow sum Why he talking like he know sum .30 on me, we gon' smoke sum, yeah And I'ma do hits in that rover Put the drake on him, now it's over All these hoes love me like I'm Sosa All that fake love be around me, niggas evil I be off a whole lotta drugs, running from my demons .30 on me I be scheming, how you switch up on me for no reason I been balling do it every season, you don't get it boy, we get even [Pasto Flocco] [?] All my shooters, they playin' that defense I had to up it 'cause that nigga reachin' Can't come cross me, in completion Cut 'em off, 'cause they gave me a reason When they talkin' them racks, I'ma come to the meeting When your hoe in the spot, I be friendly and greeting Two turnt bitches name Titi and Kiki Got a bitch from New Orleans, she walk with the beefy Spin on the opps like a mo'fucking CD When it come to the money, you know that I'm greedy I dropped the BIN on some fucking Amiris Broke ass boy, you still shopping at [?] Scooping your bitch like a bucket like Jimmy Sign for 2Ms, then I go Richard Mille Hoes on my body, they ride me like Diddy I'm from the rock, where it's dusty and gritty Walk with that Smith & I go outside, risky He had a stick, so I had to just frisk him Shooter with me and them bullets gon' blitz him Optical just tryna fuck up my [?] Hop on the beat and I make it hit different When I'm in the booth, it's a chef in a kitchen I rock Dior nigga, I'm not a Christian I got that stick for them lil' niggas dissin' They got him, broad daylight, that's low as shit Fuck all that daylight, midnight grinch Shoot that boy up like a highlight mix I feel like Jake when I highlight shit You see my name, that shit highlighted None of these niggas on my timing I feel like Tony Hawk, I'm grinding Strip a lil' bitch, make her buy my shit [?] on the Moncler, [?] shit Bro just got a transform ass whip All my bitches wear expensive shit Every song is a hit, is no miss Everytime I make [?], bitch I hit Feel like 21, I gotta dip You know you rocking with Rada