fake it (feat. YBC Jaymo)
Wait, is it real that you love me, no faking
If my shooter run up you won't make it
If I hit it right now she gon' take it
All white, this shit's so racist I like bougie, not basic
Bad bitch, right there, she Asian YBC gang, we made it
Broke nigga, damn you hating
Got guns for every occasion
These drugs make me feel amazing
They told me I wouldn't make it
Now it's 3.5 im facing
Now it's fast cars im racing
Hoes right there still not chasin'
I count my racks like Mason
That boy broke let just face it
I pop a perc and I'm feeling amazing
All the love that they showin I'm knowing they faking
They chasing that money, lil' bitch, I'm the nigga that take it
They asking me, do I love her?
Maybe
Fuck, baby, let me rephrase it
They wanna be famous, I just wanna tell my mama and my brothers we made it
Smoke exotic till my eyes get asain
Drip my bitch in the finest, the latest
They want the swag, my flow, my cadence
Now I laugh to the bank for them niggas that hated
(Brand new racks in they enormous, Riding round wit a bad bitch & she gorgeous)
