Fiction Fake & NIKSHOWW - Slay Her

I see thot and you know I'ma hit it
You know I'll be takin' your shawty in minutes
I'm drippin' the swag, on top is the fitted
And you got some problems, go handle your business
Feel like Osama, I'm droppin' the bombs
I'm callin' shots like I'm workin' the coms
I got no interest in righting my wrongs
I said what I said, go cry to your mom
You got some problems with me, what's the motive?
I got that drank, I'ma take it to Poland
Coppin' that za, Fiction gon roll it
I'm givin' out nightmares to opponents
I just been killin' like every mothafuckin' beat that I choose to hop on
I might be fuckin' your shawty, and she on my lap but I got no socks on
They call me a psycho 'cause I'm on the path
Yeah, I'm lookin' back and I do is laugh
And you run up on me you gon be in a cast
Stay far away 'cause I'm sprayin' fast
Can't be fuckin' no ratchet hoes, havin' sex with pornstars, strike a pose
I like good girls that can suck a dick I might bust a nut right in her nose
Yeah, I love the rage
We gon do the race
From the sixty-seven to the sixty-eight and we countin' money
Gettin' to the racks while you sittin' home watchin' anime
And my pistol came with like five attachments
Pullin' up you know I'll cause a madness
Smokin' woods and the opps are packed in
The families, you know I'm causin' sadness
You know I'm causin' sadness
Uh, uh
You know I'm causin' sadness
Fiction (Fake, yeah)
Fiction (Fake, huh)
Fiction (Yeah, yeah)
Fiction (What, Yeah!)
Mr. Sicko Psycho six-o-seven sixty-eighty
I'll put anything to sleep, go tell that boy I'm EBK
Like I don't rep a set
Bitches askin' me if I be single, what kind of question that
Sit a hoe down, teach her about my heart
I had to lesson that
Teach her I can't love no thot, I'm better than that
I got so much rage for the boy, I can't even settle with that
And give me your girl, just for tonight
I let her pipe
She want to get married tonight, can't take a knee 'cause I'm wearing Off-White
I love when the money long, my heart and these hoes just can't get along
So I don't get attached
The money is stuck and I ain't gettin' taxed
Yeah, I only get better
So stick to the percs to deal with the pressure
And I'm always on your ass boy
So go drink some water and get a refresher

Written by:
Nikko Bibars, Timothy Brown

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