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” (***, 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 *** with these boys, I swear that I hate niggas
I can’t *** with no fake niggas, no, I can’t *** with no fake niggas
I can’t *** with no fake ***, no, I can’t *** with no fake ***
Rick Owens my jeans, Rick Owens my kicks, lil’ ***, I get too fly
I’m getting way, way geeked with my ***, yeah, we get like too *** (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’ ***, 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 ***
No, I don’t skate, but I’m on my motherfuckin’ grind, and I’m doing tricks in this ***
No I don’t skate, but if that lil’ ho’ fine, then I’ll take a trip to that ***
I took her out on a date, I took her straight to my room, then I hopped in that *** (Uh, yeah-yeah)
Diamonds on all my neck and my wrist, lil’ *** (Uh, yeah-yeah)
I’m shinin’ ’cause I’m a vampire, you could get bit, lil’ *** (Uh, yeah-yeah)
I’m ballin’ like a motherfuckin’ umpire, I put lean in the pitcher (Uh)
Niggas ain’t *** with me, and niggas can’t touch my *** (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” (***, 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 *** with these boys, I swear that I hate niggas
I can’t *** with no fake niggas, no, I can’t *** with no fake niggas
I can’t *** with no fake ***, no, I can’t *** with no fake ***
Rick Owens my jeans, Rick Owens my kicks, lil’ ***, I get too fly
I’m getting way, way geeked with my ***, yeah, we get like too *** (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’ ***, she gon’ try to brag on me
If I *** on that ho, she gon’ try to nag on me
We in that Lamb’ chopped truck, the insides red meat
*** this bad ass ***, 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 ***, 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” (***, 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 *** with these boys, I swear that I hate niggas
I can’t *** with no fake niggas, no, I can’t *** with no fake niggas
I can’t *** with no fake ***, no, I can’t *** with no fake ***
Rick Owens my jeans, Rick Owens my kicks, lil’ ***, I get too fly
I’m getting way, way geeked with my ***, yeah, we get like too *** (We getting geeked up)