Diizii - Fuck a Fake

Fuck out my face, youngin'
OC Baby
Xanz
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, Ryu, this is crazy
Huh, fuck a fake bitch, we don't fuck with that, uh
Fuck a fake bitch, we don't fuck with that, huh
Fuck a fake bitch, we don't fuck with that
I'm finna go crazy, told my youngin', "run it back," ha
Fuck a fake bitch, we don't fuck with that
Had to say that shit again, you know I had to run it back
Nah, I ain't finna stop 'til I get a hunnid racks
'Til I go and spend a hunnid and then make a hunnid back, huh
Shooter youngin's, yeah, they got a hunnid gats
Bitch, I wanna count that shit up, yeah, until my pockets fat
My pockets need a diet, oh, bitch, they gettin' fat
They could buy a bitch a BBL, but she don't need it 'cause her booty fat
Don't wanna say no names, but I don't fuck wit' you
I could catch a fade, but you need that tool you tuckin', foo'
You've only seen me, but you actin' like you really know me
Nah, youngin', that is phony, bitch, you not the homie, ha
Stop tryna keep shit on the lowkey
My mama raised me right here in the OC
Fuck a fake, fuck a dick rider
She tell me that this dick really make her shit tighter, uh
Bitch, shut the fuck up, I'm just tryna count these bands, ayy, ayy
Got blue faces in my hands, ayy, ayy
I could never be your man, baby
I do this shit 'cause you can't, baby
Two-tone bitch, yeah, she got a tan, baby
On my mother, I been feelin' like the man lately
I tried to talk it out wit' y'all, but y'all was on that snake shit
And your bitch? She want a bitch, she on that gay shit
Y'all ain't really givin' back, y'all just like to take shit
I been really writing rhymes since grade six
You just a broke youngin', so why you like to hate shit?
I see through all the lies, damn, fuck the fake shit
Fuck a fake youngin', fuck a fake bitch
Keep talkin' on the net, in person; you don't say shit
Hol'on, bitch, you done really got me pissed off
And she crazy with the brain, she suck a youngin' dick off
You gettin' all defensive, bitch, you really think I wouldn't notice? (But I noticed)
Bitch, I notice all the ho shit
Bitch, you're tweakin' if you really think I didn't know shit
I say shit off the top, bitch, I ain't really wrote shit (Oh, shit)
Yeah, I need to chillat
Bro, the kush ain't enough, tell me where the pills at
Wait, hol'on, that shit extra, what you talkin' about?
You ain't real as you say, bitch, what you on about? Oh, wait
You ain't gang, bitch, tell me what you want
I don't even need to ask her, yeah, she give me what I want
She don't even need to ask me, yeah, I give her what she want
Man, fuck this shit, I'm done, I already told you that I'm on, ah
Fuck a fake bitch, we don't fuck with that
Had to say that shit again, you know I had to run it back
Nah, I ain't finna stop 'til I get a hunnid racks
'Til I go and spend a hunnid and then make a hunnid back, huh
Shooter youngin's, yeah, they got a hunnid gats
Bitch, I wanna count that shit up, yeah, until my pockets fat
My pockets need a diet, oh, bitch, they gettin' fat
They could buy a bitch a BBL, but she don't need it 'cause her booty fat
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, Ryu, this is crazy (Yeah, man)
Xanz (Oh, they actin' all friendly, them bitches act all friendly with everyone)
That's some ho shit and I called her on it, she was like, "what?"
C'mon, bi-bi-bi-bi-bitch, you're tweakin'
(Phew) Fuck a fake, we don't fuck with that, uh
Fuck a fake, uh, we don't fuck with that, uh
(Phew) Fuck a fake, uh, we don't fuck with that, uh
Fuck a fake, uh, we don't fuck with that, uh
(Phew) Fuck a fake, we don't fuck with that, uh
Fuck a fake, uh, we don't fuck with that, uh-huh
(Phew) Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, Ryu, this is crazy (Xanz)

Written by:
Michael Pastrana

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