Zay Milli - Fake Love Lyrics

Closest niggas to you really be the fakest ones
I been searching for the trust and there ain't never none
I been takin' all the drugs fuck the fake love
Said you was real nigga but you ain't one
If you thought I was broke boy you dead wrong
Ima pull empty out the clip it til' his head gone
We gon' thug it out, trappin' til the feds come
Run up on em buss some shots then we sped off
Ion wanna talk about it lets get straight to it
How you cuffin' ona thot when she stay choosing
You ain't never been on top boy you stay losing
I might put away the Glock, let the Drac shoot him
All this money on me bitch I got it stacked up
You ain't makin' plays man you need to get yo cash up
Ima hit the plug for some dope he don't tax us
Funny how you only hold me down when the cash come
Choppa make a nigga dance, jump out of his pants
She gon' do it wit no hands, got me ina trance
I could fly you to Miami, yo feet in the sand
Fuckin' with them broke niggas ion understand
I might pull up ina Ghost, look at me stunting
We could tell that you a pussy how you mean mugging
When I shoot you better act like you ain't see nothing
SMK up on the beat got the streets jumping
Closest niggas to you really be the fakest ones
I been searching for the trust and there ain't never none
I been takin' all the drugs fuck the fake love
Said you was real nigga but you ain't one
If you thought I was broke boy you dead wrong
Ima pull empty out the clip it til' his head gone
We gon' thug it out, trappin' til the feds come
Run up on em buss some shots then we sped off
Yeah, Uh
Then we sped off
SMK up on the beat got the streets jumping

Closest niggas to you really be the fakest ones
I been searching for the trust and there ain't never none
I been takin' all the drugs fuck the fake love
Said you was real nigga but you ain't one
If you thought I was broke boy you dead wrong
Ima pull empty out the clip it til' his head gone
We gon' thug it out, trappin' til the feds come
Run up on em buss some shots then we sped off
Ion wanna talk about it lets get straight to it
How you cuffin' ona thot when she stay choosing
You ain't never been on top boy you stay losing
I might put away the Glock, let the Drac shoot him
All this money on me bitch I got it stacked up
You ain't makin' plays man you need to get yo cash up
Ima hit the plug for some dope he don't tax us
Funny how you only hold me down when the cash come
Choppa make a nigga dance, jump out of his pants
She gon' do it wit no hands, got me ina trance
I could fly you to Miami, yo feet in the sand
Fuckin' with them broke niggas ion understand
I might pull up ina Ghost, look at me stunting
We could tell that you a pussy how you mean mugging
When I shoot you better act like you ain't see nothing
SMK up on the beat got the streets jumping
Closest niggas to you really be the fakest ones
I been searching for the trust and there ain't never none
I been takin' all the drugs fuck the fake love
Said you was real nigga but you ain't one
If you thought I was broke boy you dead wrong
Ima pull empty out the clip it til' his head gone
We gon' thug it out, trappin' til the feds come
Run up on em buss some shots then we sped off
Yeah, Uh
Then we sped off
SMK up on the beat got the streets jumping