Fake Drugs

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Choirboy Dank] Shit, it's like everything you sayin' for me Guns, drugs, cash, clothes, the picture you paintin' homie Shit, I know I'm broke It's motivation for me Return of the real, know you was waitin' for me [?] bitch ain't for decoration only [?] Get this poppin' like bacon, homie You about as thug as Clay Aiken's homies Scared of your shadow, call you [?] My mom got more nuts than yo whole crew got Can't feel these fake thugs like a hologram 2Pac True talk, been around the block, I paid my dues off You lost, looking for stripes, don't know the true cost Too soft, time to wake up and turn the snooze off Either you can't see yourself or your whole view's off [?] still hanging from a rooftop [?] how the fuck a motherfucker too soft? Ooh stop, you killin' 'em We gotta make it God-willing, fam You ain't heard about 'em? Then let me fill you in [?] From where the flow be the motherfucking [?] You got them drugs, chop chop like a ceiling fan? We know that's not you, whose swag you stealin' man? Me and you no synonym, fake gangsters we ain't feelin' them [Chorus: Choirboy Dank, Ouija Macc, Choirboy Dank & Ouija Macc] Your posse perpetratin', actin' like some fake thugs We ain't feeling you at all like some fake drugs Fake drugs, fake drugs We ain't feeling you at all like some fake drugs Just be yourself 'cause you can tell that we gon' stay us We ain't feeling you at all like some fake drugs Fake drugs, fake drugs We ain't feeling you at all like some fake drugs Fake, fake drugs, fa-fa-fa-fake drugs Fake, fake drugs, fa-fa-fa-fake drugs Fa-fa-fake drugs, fake drugs, fa-fake drugs Fake, fake drugs, fake drugs, drugs [Verse 2: Ouija Macc] Bitch I'm swaggin', I'm swaggin' I'm a fire-breathing dragon Man, my chain almost touched the ground I'm leaning over laughing [?] music loud when I'm ashing You be ratchet with the bass low, lookin' for some Aspirin I was ten with my pants low, Westside saggin' I'm a cold-ass cracker, boy, I feel at home in Aspen I'm just rappin', I'm just saying what I'm saying Man, I'm crappin' on these J.Crew models out here talking about they trappin' You ain't trappin', motherfucker, you don't be like that You ain't got AK-47s up in the street like that You ain't got keys, runnin' and duckin' them DTs like that Neither do we but we ain't fucking wannabes like that See, you ain't fucking with that Toof G-A-N-G like that So why in the fuck are you over there tryna be lookin' at me like that? I'm just saying, I'm just saying Man, it's Swag Toof, bitch I'm just saying, I'm just saying Who the fuck are you, bitch? I keep some Halloween socks, and a fake gold chain So if I leave 'em at your girl's house, then it ain't no thang She was expecting me to call but that phone ain't gon' ring And when she call, I'm like a zombie, I just smoke that green She sayin' my name and you up in the studio sayin' you pop them thangs We poppin' some E and she slobbin' on me while I'm playing yo Xbox games It's dubs up, windows down Bass up, let that motherfucking shit pound Fake thugs get down [Chorus: Choirboy Dank, Ouija Macc, Choirboy Dank & Ouija Macc] Your posse perpetratin', actin' like some fake thugs We ain't feeling you at all like some fake drugs Fake drugs, fake drugs We ain't feeling you at all like some fake drugs Just be yourself 'cause you can tell that we gon' stay us We ain't feeling you at all like some fake drugs Fake drugs, fake drugs We ain't feeling you at all like some fake drugs Fake, fake drugs, fa-fa-fa-fake drugs Fake, fake drugs, fa-fa-fa-fake drugs Fa-fa-fake drugs, fake drugs, fa-fake drugs Fake, fake drugs, fake drugs, drugs [Verse 3: Choirboy Dank & Ouija Macc] Faux, fake, fraudulent These crackers [?] Ooh baby, don't have a clue what I been through Related to crazy street [?] Crew waving true blue, we like the new Navy So grab your gats and hit 'em licks Moving weight [?] Pimpin' hoes and turning tricks [?] bitch, know what you is [?] Your life is fabricated, looking like something you just [?] Motherfucker, you's a lie, you ain't off in it You watch your shit and then play it back like [?] (Rerun) You ain't doing shit, you's a placebo Fake thug set trippin', be the next victim Catch 'em slipping while they perpetrating, syrup-sipping We like that straight lean prescription, drool dripping They fake drugs to us pimpin', can't feel 'em They talkin' 'bout they bird-flipping, got a [?] with 'em Come with my axe, collect that tax and then it's straight dippin' (Skrrt) Straight tippin' down the block, hoopty wheel grippin' My OG [?], still crippin' He told me years ago to study who I hang with Satan comes in many forms, be on the lookout for that snake shit Do great shit, go apeshit, and get them bitches naked And show them motherfuckers you are not the one to play with, huh [Chorus: Choirboy Dank, Ouija Macc, Choirboy Dank & Ouija Macc] Your posse perpetratin', actin' like some fake thugs We ain't feeling you at all like some fake drugs Fake drugs, fake drugs We ain't feeling you at all like some fake drugs Just be yourself 'cause you can tell that we gon' stay us We ain't feeling you at all like some fake drugs Fake drugs, fake drugs We ain't feeling you at all like some fake drugs Fake, fake drugs, fa-fa-fa-fake drugs Fake, fake drugs, fa-fa-fa-fake drugs Fa-fa-fake drugs, fake drugs, fa-fake drugs Fake, fake drugs, fake drugs, drugs Fake, fake drugs, fa-fa-fa-fake drugs Fake, fake drugs, fa-fa-fa-fake drugs Fa-fa-fake drugs, fake drugs, fa-fake drugs Fake, fake drugs, fake drugs, drugs