Fake Ass Bitches

Tell me about these fake a*s bitches Look here little nigga Most of these niggaz be bitches too But you'll never hear that side of the story So uhh, we finna do this shit like this It's like I tell my niggaz, keep your eyes on these bitches They love to G a nigga young dumb and gettin' riches What the f**k you think a trick is nigga Nigga done stick and wet his d**k And then get tricked out all his riches by a bitch I'm here to school you to the rules of the game, it'll cost ya Think you alla that just 'cause she let a nigga toss her It's like a motherf**kin' privilege So don't give up your conversation, give that bitch your 7 digits When she call ya, ask that tramp wha*sup And if she is the type of nigga hang up, word up And let that bitch meditate to the dial tone And call me when you're ready to bone and it's on A motherf**king mack tonight Stay that stay strapped 'cause my raps is tight You f**kin' punks, I hate you snitches Went against the grain and the game to be fake a*s bitches God damn, you can't just hit them niggaz with that game And expect them to accept it, girl your heard me it gets skanless But we gonna kick this shit like this here I can't stand fake a*s bitches Lyin' a*s niggaz and you punk a*s snitches I can't stand fake a*s bitches Lyin' a*s niggaz and you punk a*s snitches Time to show these bustas who's boss Run up on a real motherf**ker and get tossed The game is deep and thicker than a motherf**kin' jimmy Broke hoes runnin' round yellin' gimme! I can't stand it, hoes talkin' 'bout they got a man Shit all I wanted her to do is s*ck my d**k So how about hittin' a motherf**ker on my pager Busy now bitch but you can give me the pus*y later Fly how I fade her, played her like a game of sega f**kin' with the player that done made her, huh And I ain't sleepin' caught you creepin' for my money Got the d**k and now you get the pistol honey So get the bozack, knockin' hoes back, keep my dough stacked So where the motherf**kin' hoes at? Punk niggaz can't fade the mack, livin' fat Gettin' paid to rap, it's like that, you motherf**kin' bitches Yeah, yeah that's my motto She educated a whole bunch of you old raggedy-a*s niggaz See y'all take that shit back to y'all camp and uhh You sleep on that there, it's like She can't stand fake a*s bitches Lyin' a*s niggaz and you punk a*s snitches I can't stand fake a*s bitches Lyin' a*s niggaz and you punk a*s snitches I can't stand fake a*s bitches Lyin' a*s niggaz and you punk a*s snitches I can't stand fake a*s bitches Lyin' a*s niggaz and you punk a*s snitches Oh you too nigga, don't think we ain't talkin' 'bout your punk a*s You old fake a*s nigga, standin' there wearin' all them pendletons And khakis and all that, you soft as a motherf**kin' grape Ain't this a motherf**kin' bitch I can see right through your flower a*s Some of these niggaz is bitches too, man I tell ya It's gonna be harder and harder to be a thug in ninety-fo' But we gonna do this shit Y'all take this shit and you play this shit for every single Fake a*s bitch out there and there's plenty of 'em You probably got one sittin' next to you right now Bobbin' his fake a*s head to this, dope a*s shit that he listenin' to Fake a*s motherf**kin' bitch, die in ninety-four