Fake Shoes

Lyrics

[Intro] Everybody's your sweetheart When is talking sweet to you [Verse 1] Call them cops, Imma go nuts, went far with them shots Spittin', dissin' cuz you missin' what I'm always talkin' 'bout Shout 'round the corner with no more doubt Cuz I lost sound of hope You just stay dope, I'll still be near the roundabout And doesn't matter if I'm preparing myself for the academy You won't stop asking me if I do drugs (family) Beth n' Emily occasionally check my terribly written songs But most definitely are in club now South of heaven - modern day description Nevertheless, still wanna make a classic similar to it But it ain't mainstream, so I can't make it happen Imma bang the same shit that is banging And I'll pray that Imma bang at the same club where Emily at Homie pat me on the shouldie "It'll be fine, you gon' shine", I heard it dozens of times I may love you all, but I still hate a lot of y'all Mask off, so I can see who I can take home, bruh [Bridge] Heart attack, forth n' back, don't wanna ruin this track Ease the flow, board on deck, oh God here's panic attack Front door, rear Door, someone's knocking, who's that ? Jumbo jet, you dumb ol' materfucks, I'll lend on y'all [Chorus] Gonna snap, God I snapped Never mind, one day I'll die, now I'm gonna fap But after snap, I'll send a snap Dressed up as Macduff, you gon' end like Macbeth [Interlude 1] This ain't prescription, bitch This a fucking death wish Cuz only thing on our wishlist is a swish [Verse 2] Liszt Franz had more fans than the France Cuz he had larger motive than Le Coq Sportif Now he a myth, fuck But the fame made them bitches Toss them undies on my cracker Franz Like Bob Ross throws them colors off the pallet And that's when I'm valid, aye? Need to be a trapstar to earn your attention, well attention Bother what's on next? Harder than boy Wes, bit of mess, chewing Pez Gon' chew you next like it's a game of chess or game of PES We hot like an oven Your clothes are unwoven, it's buzzing me, pausing me Searching for suitable coffin You're still tryna pose and look pretty for social committee ? That's so fucking gritty ! Eeny, meeny, miny, moe Imma hit you with that po po po [Chorus] Gonna snap, God I snapped Never mind, one day I'll die Now I'm gonna fap But after snap, I'll send a snap Dressed up as Macduff You gon' end like Macbeth [Interlude 2] I'm no Pete, but I'm heat I don't eat, 'stead i feast I'm a feat. but Imma spit that you can fucking eat my dick Click, bang, click, prick I'm flyer than your shit Slick talk, quick buck, I'm on cloud higher than yours, bitch [Verse 3] Bukowski in this shit, wash you like a dishwasher Charles Hober runs over them dishes that are full o' shit They spinnin' hits all over and over again While kissin' them fams they never met You both wet, game over, what then? Stan, then shit hits the fan Realize y'all share the same bacteria Cuz the criteria's how many you can kiss back Stack them exes, pile bigger than O. Wilde's Imma bring them Rottweilers cuz them crackers got wild, ugh [Outro] We've been pillaging since the '16 While you mimics and gimmicks were taking pills and dicks You've been on Wi-Fi, same as we n' I But we've been jamming rock n' jazz n' trap n' even lo-fi I been keepin' it inside, peeps, no need to hide no thing Spread it like Bonnie n' Clyde unless you're same Post a pic on Insta, get an instant like as clock is ticking by Let post-apocalyptic sons of bitches be They gonna take over the game, and you'll wonder why