FAKE PS

Lyrics

[Intro: Jaeychino] (Striker Radio) It's your time, (SJ, Ha), oh yeah Coming through every hood, blowing up every street (You are now listening to 23) (Striker Radio) Slime, slime, slime, oh yeah ARP Jody, my brodie, he with me [Verse: ST6 JodyBoof & Jaeychino] I'm riding with Jaey, I know we gon' blow We the last in this shit, bro really the hope My Tris' like the cleaners, this shit like some soap Black truck with them shooters, I feel like the Pope Just got on my flight, I done caught me a load On the way to the show, bitch, I'm clutching on Colt Don't call my phone if it ain't more than a Lamb' Man, free all the mеn locked up doing overtime Niggas riding thе wave, can't keep up with the flow It take seven days to get my shit back on glow If you reach, I'ma teach with this P in my coat I really be weefing, I'm in love with the smoke In the spot with my aunt, she in love with the blow He got hit with that shit, made his ass do The Woah Salute to the Navy, I ride with them bombs Keep popping fake pills, won't go out like Quan I'm scoring on pints, got a line on the drank I just laced up for sliding like I'm at the rink I was tapping that bitch and I ain't even blink Just popped me a ten now I can't even think He got hit with that shit, it turned your nigga pink Bro serving them butter, we left shit in the sink Got aim with that Glock, I don't even gotta wink It's two in the morning, I'm looking for drank I'm nodding off drank, bitch, I feel like I'm Lucki Bro scored on some Tris' now we hitting the Dougie I pop out their cut, now their whole hood screaming Young Turnt back home, he the real young demon I really got money, I ain't doing no faking Your man got clipped and it just started raining I'm the hope in this shit, I ain't saying I'm famous They all on my dick 'cause a nigga done made it [Verse: ST6 JodyBoof & Jaeychino] I'm riding with Jaey, I know we gon' blow We the last in this shit, bro really the hope My Tris' like the cleaners, this shit like some soap Black truck with them shooters, I feel like the Pope Just got on my flight, I done caught me a load On the way to the show, bitch, I'm clutching my pole Don't call my phone if it ain't more than a Lamb' Man, free all the men locked up doing overtime Niggas riding the wave, can't keep up with the flow It take seven days to get my shit back on glow If you reach, I'ma teach with this P in my coat I really be weefing, I'm in love with the smoke In the spot with my aunt, she in love with the bl— He got hit with that shit, made his ass do The Woah Salute to the Navy, I ride with them bo— Keep popping fake pills, won't go out like Quan I'm scoring on pints, got a line on the drank I just laced up for sliding like I'm at the rink I was tapping that bitch and I ain't even blink Just popped me a ten now I can't even think He got hit with that shit, it turned your nigga pink Bro serving them butter, we left shit in the sink Got aim with that Glock, I don't even gotta wink It's two in the morning, I'm looking for drank I'm nodding off drank, bitch, I feel like I'm Lucki Bro scored on some Tris' now we hitting the Dougie I pop out their cut, now their whole hood screaming Young Turnt back home, he the real young demon I really got money, I ain't doing no faking Your man got clipped and it just started raining I'm the hope in this shit, I ain't saying I'm famous They all on my dick 'cause a nigga done made it [Outro: Jaeychino] (Striker Radio) (Slime, slime, slime)