Fake Luv

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Xanman] Do not pay me in no pesos Plug got the paper Like why they showing fake love? (Like why they showing fake) Plug better pay some, I love the gold I started out from Actavis, stick in my drawls And now we started to trap again I got a Glock, I shoot it like I'm African Finesse the plug, he asked me where the package is Hold up I ain't know when we established this (like when?) He keep calling, I'ma pull up on your man again So many drugs, I think I'm not gon be standin' again So many drugs, I'm not moving like a mannequin Bullets they can knock down an elephant I'm in the trap, I'm serving on the cannabis I'm serving, I'm serving Chopper rocking, Jimi Hendrix Beam on the Glock, it won't miss you Give him more clips than a preview I don't know when I'ma see you I play with AK's, yeah no Wii U Don't bite the hand that's gon' feed you Niggas love you when they need you Know that these bitches be see through [Verse 2: Freeco] No baby I do not need you (no) I just be fly like a eagle (I be fly) Yo boy a bird, he a seagull (whoa) I might do it in a Regal Pop me a bar and I land on the stars Roll up and hit it I end up on mars I serve him fu' lean, I'm sipping on raw He want his money back he don't get none We used to sip on that Qualitest Now we just pour up the Hi-Tec Plug said he got that Actavis Where you at baby? I needs that She got the sauce and I need that I put Gucci where her feet at Open her legs, I'ma feast that Give her good dick, good feedback Nut on her tongue and she eat that Fuck on her friends, I'm nasty Her nigga mad that she gawking He got a problem I'm blasting [Verse 3: Xanman] In the trap, got me fixin' the place In the trap, I'm extending the plays Xanman keep his stick on his waist These niggas keep they sticks in the safe I might just up, blow your plug out the socket Hold it in buddy, you look like a target Please don't make me shoot his ass with my rocket She give me top when she counting up money Niggas is crazy with all of that gossip I'm with a Glock make him run like Kitana We pulling up and we running your pockets We pulling up and we running your pockets Finesse him, and give him three-five for the 50 Finesse him, and give him three-five for the 50 You can't trust a hoe, these niggas be 50 You can't trust a hoe, these niggas be 50 Off of that sauce with my road dawg You think that's my man that's that "Yo, dawg" Off a addy made me doze off I keep my money straight low, dawg Laugh at my brother like love, dawg How you the plug but your phone off? The Ruger hit him, wipe his nose off She said my name like a roll call [Verse 4: Freeco] I'll pop his ass like a xan Molly came in and it's tan How you an opp and a fan? How you gon' bop from the stands? Ouu, They know big Freeco the man I hear them screamin' my name Niggas ain't beefing they shoot with no aim Nigga we beef and I shoot at your brain Sellin' xans to the college kids Trappin' out all of them colleges She want to give up the knowledges She give me brain she a smart lil bitch Put her on a plane with all of her friends I run a train with all of my men She wanna stay? No, ya boy ain't no bitch She gotta pay, no pesos, bitch