UNIK - FAKING MY DEATH Lyrics

Nothing Greater Under The Sun, all ya' niqqas is my sons
Tell these bitches I don't run, niqqa got infinite funds
Pop the trunk grab a gun, now I’m waving it for fun
Shoot in the air for the fuck of it, Russian Roulette, ya’ ain't got the gust
All these bitches tryna suck on it, but which of these hoes can I trust?
I'm with Krueger the magician, speaking Russian like we Chechen
None of my shit is written, I'm standing up you just sitting
But my niqqa time is ticking, keep clicking buy my tickets
I’m making noise like a cricket, I’m like a witch man I'm wicked
Get in a bar full of strippers, I love booties, love nipples
Fuck her right make her giggle, I ain’t paying for shit, I ain’t tip her
My bitch putting on lip gloss, now I got her sucking on my big balls
She sucking good Meagan Good good, dreams of making it to Hollywood
Dreams of working with the bests : J. Cole with the dreads
Jay-z, Limp Bizkit, freestyling with Flex
Then I go see my niqqa Sway, all I want is make it big
Make it big before I'm six feet deep or going to hell then making it big?
I don't really know which one I should pick, I swear I'm feeling like Faking My Death
Get a new name, new bitch, new credit, I'm living now, fuck Hell fuck Heaven
Roll the dice, 3 and 4 that's seven, my mom always said: if you want it go get it
So like Lil Pump niqqa screaming Esskeetit, underdog soon King of the City
Hamdouallah Rest In Peace sincerely, go against me? Ya' niqqas is silly
Nah for real though I thought you was kidding, niqqas want smoke?
Imma turn in a chimney, same location like running a treadmill niqqa
Keep my name outta yo' mouth, I want it all I want it now
At least a 20K crowd, my vision clean yours is clouded
All of my shows are loud and people listen to you now and then
Unique Asun's independent, I'm always clean niqqa splendid
Multiple like split ends, teachers knew I wouldn't fit in
Not in the list we just get in, I was born a Go-getta'
Too much style cuz I'm ghetto, hard to get like a riddle
I had a girl but I got fed up, going sad? Are you kidding?
I got hoes like I started a cult, different girls in my bed every morning
All of my wives is pretty and horny, no ring but you know that I own her
I had dreams of fucking Madonna, don't dare me you know imma do it
Even if my life'll be ruined, yo' bitch ugly I 'on't mean to be rude
Without even asking she sending me nudes
If she fucking with me means she fucking the crew
Loving the way she eat me like a fruit
If you talking money talking back like I’m fluent
Rest In Peace all my niqqas that’s dead, Pop Smoke why you sent the address?
L.A. known for whole lot of Gang Gang shit, rappers dying and it’s making me anxious
Make it big before I'm six feet deep or going to hell then making it big?
I 'don't really know which one I should pick, I swear I'm feeling like Faking My Death
Get a new name, new bitch, new credit, I'm living now, fuck Hell fuck Heaven
Roll the dice, 3 and 4 that's seven, my mom always said: if you want it go get it
So like Lil Pump niqqa screaming Esskeetit, underdog soon King of the City
Hamdouallah Rest In Peace sincerely, go against me? Ya' niqqas is silly
Nah for real though I thought you was kidding, niqqas want smoke?
Imma turn in a chimney, same location like running a treadmill pussy 'ole

Nothing Greater Under The Sun, all ya' niqqas is my sons
Tell these bitches I don't run, niqqa got infinite funds
Pop the trunk grab a gun, now I’m waving it for fun
Shoot in the air for the fuck of it, Russian Roulette, ya’ ain't got the gust
All these bitches tryna suck on it, but which of these hoes can I trust?
I'm with Krueger the magician, speaking Russian like we Chechen
None of my shit is written, I'm standing up you just sitting
But my niqqa time is ticking, keep clicking buy my tickets
I’m making noise like a cricket, I’m like a witch man I'm wicked
Get in a bar full of strippers, I love booties, love nipples
Fuck her right make her giggle, I ain’t paying for shit, I ain’t tip her
My bitch putting on lip gloss, now I got her sucking on my big balls
She sucking good Meagan Good good, dreams of making it to Hollywood
Dreams of working with the bests : J. Cole with the dreads
Jay-z, Limp Bizkit, freestyling with Flex
Then I go see my niqqa Sway, all I want is make it big
Make it big before I'm six feet deep or going to hell then making it big?
I don't really know which one I should pick, I swear I'm feeling like Faking My Death
Get a new name, new bitch, new credit, I'm living now, fuck Hell fuck Heaven
Roll the dice, 3 and 4 that's seven, my mom always said: if you want it go get it
So like Lil Pump niqqa screaming Esskeetit, underdog soon King of the City
Hamdouallah Rest In Peace sincerely, go against me? Ya' niqqas is silly
Nah for real though I thought you was kidding, niqqas want smoke?
Imma turn in a chimney, same location like running a treadmill niqqa
Keep my name outta yo' mouth, I want it all I want it now
At least a 20K crowd, my vision clean yours is clouded
All of my shows are loud and people listen to you now and then
Unique Asun's independent, I'm always clean niqqa splendid
Multiple like split ends, teachers knew I wouldn't fit in
Not in the list we just get in, I was born a Go-getta'
Too much style cuz I'm ghetto, hard to get like a riddle
I had a girl but I got fed up, going sad? Are you kidding?
I got hoes like I started a cult, different girls in my bed every morning
All of my wives is pretty and horny, no ring but you know that I own her
I had dreams of fucking Madonna, don't dare me you know imma do it
Even if my life'll be ruined, yo' bitch ugly I 'on't mean to be rude
Without even asking she sending me nudes
If she fucking with me means she fucking the crew
Loving the way she eat me like a fruit
If you talking money talking back like I’m fluent
Rest In Peace all my niqqas that’s dead, Pop Smoke why you sent the address?
L.A. known for whole lot of Gang Gang shit, rappers dying and it’s making me anxious
Make it big before I'm six feet deep or going to hell then making it big?
I 'don't really know which one I should pick, I swear I'm feeling like Faking My Death
Get a new name, new bitch, new credit, I'm living now, fuck Hell fuck Heaven
Roll the dice, 3 and 4 that's seven, my mom always said: if you want it go get it
So like Lil Pump niqqa screaming Esskeetit, underdog soon King of the City
Hamdouallah Rest In Peace sincerely, go against me? Ya' niqqas is silly
Nah for real though I thought you was kidding, niqqas want smoke?
Imma turn in a chimney, same location like running a treadmill pussy 'ole