"fake news" lyrics
(E in this motherfucker)
I don't even postin' no pics, no more than these niggas
Gone pop what you pop, pop your own shit (Uh, uh)
(Uh, uh)
Bitch (Uh, uh), I sold a whole seven
Bitch mad, I ain't no dummy (Uh, uh)
Pull out a hundred racks, I make racks, she naked (Uh, uh)
Lookin' so fly, I done cooked baguette (Uh, uh)
I fucked your bitch, and made no payment (Uh, uh)
I'm off the shits with yo' old lady (Uh, uh)
Pimp a ho, put her on back page (Uh, uh)
Hit her, delete her, hit backspace (Uh, uh)
Geeked up all week, I been up for days
Geeked up all week, still ain't reach the peak
Shut up your bird, bitch, close your beak
I need drugs, I don't need nothin' to eat
Nigga throw rocks and then he retreat
Knock out his socks with that .223
My bitch don't know what to do with me
D-I-E, you commit truancy
I can't let a ho ruin me
I got more bread than Santa
Fly my bitch to the Tropic from Tanger
Niggas say, yeah, they like it, but they cannot stop it, that's why I'm gon' keep runnin' bands up
I'll show you how to pop it, I make this ho drive it, the driver waitin' when she land here
I'll show you how to rock it, drop merch and then cop it, designer, this how I'm feelin' good (Fuck)
Bitch, it's cartunez, not Disney (Fuck, fuck)
Young Vamp on tour, I'm tourin' your city (Uh, uh)
These niggas, 'cause fuckin' with me (Uh, uh)
Brenda, fire 'em in Rickies (Uh, uh)
Let's fuck, yeah, she wanna lick me (Uh, uh)
Catch up, these niggas in last place (Uh, uh)
100K, that's on a bad day (Uh, uh)
Bitch, I miss the trapspot, even got a gate (Uh, uh)
Talk yo' shit, the AP's costin' rollies (Uh, uh)
It's a clip on me bitch, I'm reloadin' (Uh, uh)
Never shot at stick, boy, you just tote it (Uh, uh)
Hit a road, I guess we just sold switch (Uh, uh)
Hit her right, now she said that we soul tied (Uh, uh)
Yeah, I'm on the eddies, bitch, I'm so fried (Uh, uh)
Bitch, I'm so YVL, I'm so 5 (Uh, uh)
She just snorted a perc, she so high
All the words in her perc, she coked out
No more drip, ya sold out
Ann Demeulemeester on my shoulders
Kept my pants on like I'm a soldier
And I stand in the back like a folder
All black drip, like Folgers
For you, I'll build a fortress
I'm tired of this bitch, I'm horsesick
Don't believe what you see baby
Explore pages seein' me daily
Explore page, fake news
I can't kick it with these fake dudes
Blurred out the picture, say face tune
These bitches postin' these fake nudes
I'm a gangster on the internet
All of these niggas be fake goons
I don't even postin' no pics, no more than these niggas
Gone pop what you pop, pop your own shit (Uh, uh)
(Uh, uh)
Bitch (Uh, uh), I sold a whole seven
Bitch mad, I ain't no dummy (Uh, uh)
Pull out a hundred racks, I make racks, she naked (Uh, uh)
Lookin' so fly, I done cooked baguette (Uh, uh)
I fucked your bitch, and made no payment (Uh, uh)
I'm off the shits with yo' old lady (Uh, uh)
Pimp a ho, put her on back page (Uh, uh)
Hit her, delete her, hit backspace (Uh, uh)
Geeked up all week, I been up for days
Geeked up all week, still ain't reach the peak
Shut up your bird, bitch, close your beak
I need drugs, I don't need nothin' to eat
Nigga throw rocks and then he retreat
Knock out his socks with that .223
My bitch don't know what to do with me
D-I-E, you commit truancy
I can't let a ho ruin me
I got more bread than Santa
Fly my bitch to the Tropic from Tanger
Niggas say, yeah, they like it, but they cannot stop it, that's why I'm gon' keep runnin' bands up
I'll show you how to pop it, I make this ho drive it, the driver waitin' when she land here
I'll show you how to rock it, drop merch and then cop it, designer, this how I'm feelin' good (Fuck)
Bitch, it's cartunez, not Disney (Fuck, fuck)
Young Vamp on tour, I'm tourin' your city (Uh, uh)
These niggas, 'cause fuckin' with me (Uh, uh)
Brenda, fire 'em in Rickies (Uh, uh)
Let's fuck, yeah, she wanna lick me (Uh, uh)
Catch up, these niggas in last place (Uh, uh)
100K, that's on a bad day (Uh, uh)
Bitch, I miss the trapspot, even got a gate (Uh, uh)
Talk yo' shit, the AP's costin' rollies (Uh, uh)
It's a clip on me bitch, I'm reloadin' (Uh, uh)
Never shot at stick, boy, you just tote it (Uh, uh)
Hit a road, I guess we just sold switch (Uh, uh)
Hit her right, now she said that we soul tied (Uh, uh)
Yeah, I'm on the eddies, bitch, I'm so fried (Uh, uh)
Bitch, I'm so YVL, I'm so 5 (Uh, uh)
She just snorted a perc, she so high
All the words in her perc, she coked out
No more drip, ya sold out
Ann Demeulemeester on my shoulders
Kept my pants on like I'm a soldier
And I stand in the back like a folder
All black drip, like Folgers
For you, I'll build a fortress
I'm tired of this bitch, I'm horsesick
Don't believe what you see baby
Explore pages seein' me daily
Explore page, fake news
I can't kick it with these fake dudes
Blurred out the picture, say face tune
These bitches postin' these fake nudes
I'm a gangster on the internet
All of these niggas be fake goons
