Fake Shit (feat. 42 Dugg)

Mmm Mmm Ah, ah What's happenin', Chi Chi? I ain't on no fake shit You get shot up in yo' face, bitch Push up on Lil Kee, Lil Kee gon' give your ass a facelift (baow) Mmm, know we quick to take shit Mmm, know we quick to face shit Make hits, take shit Know we quick to break shit (let's go) I remember pots and pans, we was shootin' off in a crate, bitch Came around and they envy I can't believe y'all, dog, get the fuck out yo' feelings Can't push up on my momma, think I got me a milli' I'm talkin' every single dollar, I can take care of my children Get the fuck out yo' feelings Prolly say that I'm trippin' (ah) I do a lot of drugs, but I don't really be sippin' (ah) I ain't four pockets full, but my pockets a lil' different If I gave y'all my heart, 'kay, could you die with me nigga? 'Fore I go out like a sucker Got my hand on the trigger (my hand on my guap) If I put everything in, could you see the bigger picture? And I won't never run my mouth, I show love to all my niggas I do Percocets and Xan, and I mix drugs with my liquor If you can twerk, go back and back for every one of you bitches I used to lurk for every bag on every one of 'em missions Lil' bitch, come get your issue I ain't on no fake shit You get shot up in yo' face, bitch Push up on Lil Kee, Lil Kee gon' give your ass a facelift (baow) Mmm, know we quick to take shit Mmm, know we quick to face shit Make hits, take shit Know we quick to break shit I remember pots and pans, we was shootin' off in a crate, bitch Came around and they envy me I can't believe y'all, dog, get the fuck out yo' feelings Can't push up on my momma, think I got me a milli' Goin' back and forth about mine, I'm tryna show her I'm different Caught me slippin' up on counters I been thuggin' since then, mmm (what she say?) My bitch says she wanna fuck in the Benz, uh Quarter million 'Cats, I give to all of my niggas Why the fuck you textin' me? You just was callin' my nigga Nah, we don't fall out 'bout bitches I blow that chop when it's time though, mmm She keep on Cs if she fine, bro, ooh Three hundred Rs on the news Bitch, I'm thuggin', get in tune 5:50 when I vroom, no cap (G-Wagon) I don't want no fake bitch, hatin' bitch, know we quick to rape shit Duggie, what you heard 'bout that? Better know we'll take shit I ain't on no fake shit (huh) You get shot up in yo' face, bitch Push up on Lil Kee, Lil Kee gon' give your ass a facelift Mmm, know we quick to take shit Mmm, know we quick to face shit Make hits, take shit Know we quick to break shit I remember pots and pans, we was shootin' off in a crate, bitch Came around and they envy I can't believe y'all, dog, get the fuck out yo' feelings Can't push up on my momma, think I got me a milli' Think I got it all Think I got everything Every day Spin your block like a hurricane Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, take shit Uh, uh, uh, uh, I was doin' main hit Uh, uh, uh, uh, boy, you know I break shit What's up on that stupid nigga? Give that boy a facelift Ah (hahaha) Give that boy a facelift Ah, that nigga— (ayy)