"I Could Never Fake" lyrics

"I Could Never Fake"
(feat. Skooly)

So I don't get no sleep (Take it back right now, take it back)
(Nah, I ain't pay nobody no goddamn...)
He know the plug
(Like that)
I bought a lil' slow creep
I don't get no sleep (CEO Trapped Beat)

Hostage ever dented (Yeah)
I bought your bitch in a Bentley (In a Bentley)
This shit that I'm rockin' is trendy (Trendy)
He wearin' it 'cause it's expensive (Expensive)
I fuck on your bitch in Givenchy (Givenchy)
Then switch it up into Versace (Versace)
Give no fuck about none of these niggas (No)
'Cause a young nigga word is the hottest (Hottest)
Baby girl, you know I'm modest (Baby, you know I'm modest)
All of these bitches gonna fuck sum' (All of these bitches gonna fuck sum')
Lollipop like, uh-uh, like the ice, she just wanna suck sum' (She wanna suck it)
That's a blow pop (Huh, huh)
That's a automatic Glock (Automatic Glock, gang, gang)
And she got high heels (High heels, high heels)
And she a slut, hit with good skills (All of these skills)
Slap the meat all on the grill (On the grill, grill)
I'm from like Beverly Hills (Beverly)
I'm sippin' on Henny for real (On Henny, Henny)
Got a young nigga still in the field (Yeah, yeah)
They know, if they know, I am so real that I could never fake (No)
I keep the Glock, we keep the AR, big tings and the drakes (Ah)

I was runnin' up power, too (I'm power, too)
I'm screamin' Mafia, Mafia (Mafia, Mafia, Mafia)
Lil bro had them glasses at the W (In the W)
'Cause it's surrounding your partner, nigga (Surrounding your partner)
This ain't no auto (This ain't no auto)
Don't surrender to no team (Shhh)
I can't tell you sorry (I can't tell you sorry)
We'll be sendin' the team, please (Agh)
Wait for the slow creep (I'm right here)
Them lil' bitches ain't worth shit (Uh-uh)
Sippin' on turtle pee (Whew)
Boy, that's some dirty shit (You can tell)
Your partner a dirty piece (Uh-huh)
NDA dirty sticks (Shhh)
If it's stuck, it's a 30-cleare (Yeah)
Shootin' like Steph Curry, then (Yeah)
Young nigga murder shit (Murder)
Young nigga murder shit (Murder, murder, murder)
Young nigga murder shit (Murder)

Baby girl, you know I'm modest (Baby, you know I'm modest)
All of these bitches gonna fuck sum' (All of these bitches gonna fuck sum')
Lollipop like, uh-uh, like the ice, she just wanna suck sum' (She wanna suck it)
That's a blow pop (Huh, huh)
That's a automatic Glock (Automatic Glock, gang, gang)
And she got high heels (High heels, high heels)
And she a slut, hit with good skills (All of these skills)
Slap the meat all on the grill (On the grill, grill)
I'm from like Beverly Hills (Beverly)
I'm sippin' on Henny for real (On Henny, Henny)
Got a young nigga still in the field (Yeah, yeah)
They know, if they know, I am so real that I could never fake (No)
I keep the Glock, we keep the AR, big tings and the drakes (Ah)

I'm toting the glitch (Toting the glitch)
I shoot the bitch inside of the car, inside of Givenchy
Drip, drip
Them lil' bitches dripping, they see LaMelo when he walk through the entrance (The entrance)
I put me a price, I put me a price, I'm with all the prank! (I'm with all the prank!)
How you playing in this bitch? Playing in this bitch!
I was in the pain, bitch, I'm playing in this shit, that's family shit!
I don't give a fuck about no light, go to God with my gambling bitch, my gambling bitch!
Woo, these young hearts smiling, yeah (Hearts smiling)
God bless me in this shooter than anybody, ah

Baby girl, you know I'm modest (Baby, you know I'm modest)
All of these bitches gonna fuck sum' (All of these bitches gonna fuck sum')
Lollipop like, uh-uh, like the ice, she just wanna suck sum' (She wanna suck it)
That's a blow pop (Huh, huh)
That's a automatic Glock (Automatic Glock, gang, gang)
And she got high heels (High heels, high heels)
And she a slut, hit with good skills (All of these skills)
Slap the meat all on the grill (On the grill, grill)
I'm from like Beverly Hills (Beverly)
I'm sippin' on Henny for real (On Henny, Henny)
Got a young nigga still in the field (Yeah, yeah)
They know, if they know, I am so real that I could never fake (No)
I keep the Glock, we keep the AR, big tings and the drakes (Ah)