Fake

I say baby what it do, tell me what it is I ain't saying to much to you i ain't giving out no tip Don't get too comfortable cause shit ain't always legit You know these n***** lame and you know they gonna fib (Ahh) Why you do fake i don't understand it oh my Can't comprehend it i can not fade it oh my You wanna know everything and that shit won't fly But it ain't another bitch that's like you that's on god Oh my, oh my, oh my, oh my, oh my, oh my Balenci all the time i ain't wearing no Ralph I got the racks and i ran it up out the spot He got the racks and i kill his ass on arrival Headshot that n**** dead shot I ain't doing no rapping with these n***** boutta let this lead out I ran out the bank then counted up damn this a big knot I ran that money up cause i got me a med doc I gotta lil script for that, i gotta lil bitch for that She wanna have some sex she gotta come pay for that She want a cool climax i told her ass lift them legs I get in that pussy then i rat-a-tat then splat Kill for some bands or torture I got so many nats i never ever gotta force em These n***** got some problems me I'm just so unbothered I'm just to real to scuffle I'm just to real to shuffle I got my money right I got my bitches humble I got my money right I let my money double My mama good just know it she never want for nothing I gotta lotta uncles i gotta lot of cousins I gotta lotta brothers i gotta lot of bloodaz I gotta lotta mm-mm-mm you'll never know it You finna be a runner I never ever stuttered I never ever stumbled I never ever fumbled Ouuu Tell me what it is I ain't saying to much to you i ain't giving out no tip Don't get too comfortable cause shit ain't always legit You know these n***** lame and you know they gonna fib (Ahh) Why you do fake i don't understand it oh my Can't comprehend it i can not fade it oh my You wanna know everything and that shit won't fly But it ain't another bitch that's like you that's on god Oh my, oh my, oh my, oh my, oh my, oh my Balenci all the time i ain't wearing no Ralph I got the racks and i ran it up out the spot He got the racks and i kill his ass on arrival Headshot that n**** dead shot I ain't doing no rapping with these n***** boutta let this lead out I ran out the bank then counted up damn this a big knot I ran that money up cause i got me a med doc