FAKENGGAS Lyrics – Destroy Lonely
Yeah, my boy keep a Glock and a ‘K with him (He keep a ‘K with him)
I took that ho outside, and told her, “Don’t play with him” (Bitch, don’t play with him)
Niggas wanna hang with the gang, but I can not hang with ’em (No, I can’t hang with ’em)
No, I don’t fuck with these boys, I swear that I hate niggas
I can’t fuck with no fake niggas, no, I can’t fuck with no fake niggas
I can’t fuck with no fake bitches, no, I can’t fuck with no fake bitches
Rick Owens my jeans, Rick Owens my kicks, lil’ bitch, I get too fly
I’m getting way, way geeked with my bitch, yeah, we get like too high (We getting geeked up)
Yeah, I put that ho on the X, now she piped up, she getting piped down
I put that ho on that Oxy’ and codeine, now that ho geeked out
Yeah, I’m on some Oxy’ and motherfuckin’ codeine, lil’ bitch, I’m geeked out
Yeah, Balenciaga boots so big, these niggas get stomped down
Hold on, hold up, yeah, I’m doing tricks in this bitch
No, I don’t skate, but I’m on my motherfuckin’ grind, and I’m doing tricks in this bitch
No I don’t skate, but if that lil’ ho’ fine, then I’ll take a trip to that bitch
I took her out on a date, I took her straight to my room, then I hopped in that bitch (Uh, yeah-yeah)
Diamonds on all my neck and my wrist, lil’ bitch (Uh, yeah-yeah)
I’m shinin’ ’cause I’m a vampire, you could get bit, lil’ bitch (Uh, yeah-yeah)
I’m ballin’ like a motherfuckin’ umpire, I put lean in the pitcher (Uh)
Niggas ain’t fucking with me, and niggas can’t touch my bitch (Nah)
Yeah, my boy keep a Glock and a ‘K with him (He keep a ‘K with him)
I took that ho outside, and told her, “Don’t play with him” (Bitch, don’t play with him)
Niggas wanna hang with the gang, but I can not hang with ’em (No, I can’t hang with ’em)
No, I don’t fuck with these boys, I swear that I hate niggas
I can’t fuck with no fake niggas, no, I can’t fuck with no fake niggas
I can’t fuck with no fake bitches, no, I can’t fuck with no fake bitches
Rick Owens my jeans, Rick Owens my kicks, lil’ bitch, I get too fly
I’m getting way, way geeked with my bitch, yeah, we get like too high (We getting geeked up)
Yeah, and I keep some motherfuckin’ cash on me
Everytime that I move, gotta keep my bag on me
If I hit that lil’ bitch, she gon’ try to brag on me
If I fuck on that ho, she gon’ try to nag on me
We in that Lamb’ chopped truck, the insides red meat
Fucking this bad ass bitch, her insides red-pink
Yeah, I like K-Pop ho, I’m goin’ BLACKPINK
Yeah, can’t let main ho go for that lil’ lame ting
Yeah, I let the lame ho go, then hopped on the cash ting
Yeah, I switched my focus up, then hopped in my bag, man
Yeah, I’m on some all black shit, you would think I was Batman
Yeah, I’m on the phone with my plug, tell that boy, “Send the whole thang”
Yeah, my boy keep a Glock and a ‘K with him (He keep a ‘K with him)
I took that ho outside, and told her, “Don’t play with him” (Bitch, don’t play with him)
Niggas wanna hang with the gang, but I can not hang with ’em (No, I can’t hang with ’em)
No, I don’t fuck with these boys, I swear that I hate niggas
I can’t fuck with no fake niggas, no, I can’t fuck with no fake niggas
I can’t fuck with no fake bitches, no, I can’t fuck with no fake bitches
Rick Owens my jeans, Rick Owens my kicks, lil’ bitch, I get too fly
I’m getting way, way geeked with my bitch, yeah, we get like too high (We getting geeked up)