Zamba, Zay Ade - Fake Humble Lyrics

New kicks everyday of the week
Loyal to the game and you know I ain't cheat
Pray to God but I'm still in the streets
No guns I be using my feet, I'm stepping uh uh uh
If you on my block just make sure that you check in
I got my hands I ain't using no weapon
Damn, I think my hands is a weapon
We pull up , we slide, we creeping
Zay ADÉ be making hits but I swear They been sleeping
Cool, I shhh, I'm sneaking
I don't want fame, I just make sure my family is eating
I'm a big dog but I ain't no Que
I know your homie, but I don't know you
He had no luck, damn Andrew
Leave him alone, he brand new
I hop in the coop and I'm spinning
God on my side with the gang and you know that we winning
Me and the money be twinning
Water on me when I drip and I don't do no swimming
In the gym so you know that I flex
Zay Ade put the Z on my chest
I check mates, I ain't playing no chess
All this money , dang I just made a mess

Gorilla Suave romantic
Big zam so handsome yea I know
If your Aunty make advances I won't think about it I'm a get her on the low
Pray to God when I sleep I asked for guidance and you know he told me where to go
I'm a gee gee get it the money calling I'll be right there that's for sure
Oh la la like manny
I won't talk about it I'm a turn up at the grammys
Yea I like it like Sammy
Cooking up something mean call me Gordon Ramsey
Ahk love that's family
Rest In Peace to my nigga Vic understand me
Medicine in the candy
Got a couple tools on me and they come in handy
Need a sister like brandy
Moe to the I'm in dc bumping Angie

Please do not say you my family, that boy is sweet and you that I do not no candy
I know a killer that play them toys ain't no story , that's why I be calling him Andy
I gotta ex that be calling my phone everyday just to say that she don't understand me
Hello, don't hit my line mamacita
I'm in the field with lions and cheetahs
Come get your girl Because you know I'm a treat her
She a fan but I know you a heater
Get bread baby this ain't no pita
I'm a family guy I'm like Peter
With the stick baby, I'm Derrick Jeter

This that flow to get a nigga out of his seat and his baby girl on that floor
Like mark set go I been holding out for some weeks running out like get that gold
They must not know I been thanking God on my knees looking high I can't go low
The best gone show I been smiling hard with my teeth get it gone you just don't know