42 Dugg – No Fakin Lyrics

No Fakin Lyrics by 42 Dugg & EST Gee

Flexin’ on that ***, hold up
Yeah, no fakin’
Compact, no safety, and I’m on papers
Mmm, yeah, rush them
I’m puttin’ up highs, dump them, ***, *** them
Wait till I tell Geeski
Niggas want a peace treaty
I told you they’ll need me
Watch this
Who they call when them blocks hit?
***, my ***
He got a rose Patek, yeah, but he not rich
Mmm, yeah, flush them
They take a what?
Cut them, then bust them
Mmm, my ***
I get it, they playin’, watch this one

Somewhere in the Pearl
Re-brand the girl
Step on the H
How much could it take?
Depending on the state
Kentucky like a eight
The Nash like a ten
Then again
I only sent him fent
So who knows?
***, it might be
Time to get a new phone
Love when I re
Big bruh, the blues gone
Love when I re
Nephew, the food gone
Still ain’t never heard Doggy bone the juice slow
Get it out me, baby, I can put some Cs on you
We got za’s and that’s only to the *** smokers
My momma know I got us
Boo, I promise

Mmm, yeah, rush them
I’m puttin’ up highs, dump them, ***, *** them
Wait till I tell Geeski
Niggas want a peace treaty
I told you they’ll need me
Watch this
Who they call when them blocks hit?
***, my ***
He got a rose Patek, yeah, but he not rich
Mmm

You gon’ come to me man to man about our ***
They got it lit for a summer, ain’t been poppin’ since
We ain’t that deep, but still my whole team top picks
They think he dumb, but he can 3D print a Glock switch
Lil Sker can’t buy tobacco yet and he still’ll knock bricks
I got him smacked, only thing happened back, I got this
Have yo’ momma cryin’ on the news, she want justice
I don’t feel bad ’cause she sad, ***, *** him
Thousand-eight grams in that bag, this for Unc and them
Group FaceTime from the feds, free big bruh and them
Quarter large at Trump for the pardon, I’m Republican
Quarter zip of hard, me and Rob split our junkies
I don’t hit a boss with the same route, I hit his flunky
And *** was kinda dry till I got it back bussin’

Mmm, yeah, rush them
I’m puttin’ up highs, dump them, ***, *** him
Wait till I tell Geeski
Niggas want a peace treaty
I told you they’ll need me
Watch this
Who they call when them blocks hit?
***, my ***
He got a rose Patek, yeah, but he not rich
Mmm