Fake ****-Lil Kee/42 Dugg

[Intro: Lil Kee] Mmm Mmm Ah, ah What's happenin', Chi Chi? [Chorus: Lil Kee] I ain't on no fake shit You get shot up in yo' face, bitch Push up on Lil Kee, Lil Kee gon' give your ass a facelift (Baow) Mmm, know we quick to take shit Mmm, know we quick to face shit Make hits, take shit Know we quick to break shit (Let's go) I remember pots and pans, we was shootin' off in a crate, bitch Came around and they envy I can't believe y'all, dog, get the fuck out yo' feelings Can't push up on my momma, think I got me a milli' [Verse 1: Lil Kee] I'm talkin' every single dollar, I can take care of my children Get the fuck out yo' feelings Probably say that I'm trippin' (Ah) I do a lot of drugs, but I don't really be sippin' (Ah) I ain't four pockets full, but my pockets a lil' different If I gave y'all my heart, 'kay, could you die with me nigga? 'Fore I go out like a sucker, got my hand on the trigger (My hand on my guap) If I put everything in, could you see the bigger picture? And I won't never run my mouth, I show love to all my niggas I do Percocets and Xan, and I mix drugs with my liquor If you can twerk, go back and back for every one of you bitches I used to lurk for every bag on every one of them missions Lil' bitch, come get your issue [Chorus: Lil Kee, Lil Kee & 42 Dugg] I ain't on no fake shit You get shot up in yo' face, bitch Push up on Lil Kee, Lil Kee gon' give your ass a facelift Mmm, know we quick to take shit Mmm, know we quick to face shit Make hits, take shit Know we quick to break shit (Let's go) I remember pots and pans, we was shootin' off in a crate, bitch Came around and they envy I can't believe y'all, dog, get the fuck out yo' feelings Can't push up on my momma, think I got me a milli' [Verse 2: 42 Dugg] Goin' back and forth about mine, I'm tryna show her I'm different Caught me slippin' up on counters, I been thuggin' since then, mmm (What she say?) My bitch say she wanna fuck in the Benz, uhhh Quarter million 'Cats, I give to all of my niggas Why the fuck you textin' me? You just was callin' my nigga Nah we don't fall out 'bout bitches I blow that chop when it's time though, mmm She keep on Cs if she fine, bro, ooh Three hundred Rs on the news Bitch, I'm thuggin', get in tune Five-fifty when I vroom, no cap (G-Wagon) I don't want no fake bitch, hatin' bitch, know we quick to rake shit Duggie, what you heard 'bout that? Better know we'll take shit [Chorus: Lil Kee & 42 Dugg] I ain't on no fake shit (Huh) You get shot up in yo' face, bitch Push up on Lil Kee, Lil Kee gon' give your ass a facelift Mmm, know we quick to take shit Mmm, know we quick to face shit Make hits, take shit Know we quick to break shit I remember pots and pans, we was shootin' off in a crate, bitch Came around and they envy I can't believe y'all, dog, get the fuck out yo' feelings Can't push up on my momma, think I got me a milli' [Outro: Lil Kee] Think I got it all Think I got everything Every day Spin your block like a hurricane Uh, uh, uh, uh, take shit Uh, uh, uh, uh, I was doin' main hit Uh, uh, uh, uh, boy, you know I break shit What's up on that stupid nigga? Give that boy a facelift Ah (Hahaha) Give that boy a facelift Ah, that nigga— (Ayy)