You a fake
You a snake
Don't ever throw a fade
In the shade
With the bank
And you looking kinda stank
All these snakes
Looking fake
Keep the flow like a lake
Stupid shapes
Gucci shades
But you know you are a snake
That shit free though
I don't think so
Smoking hot though
Like Doritos
And its really lame
And its such a shame
Save the rap game
Haters gonna hate
Click it, I flip it up, Ay, Ay
Liquid, I sip it up, Ay, Ay
Listen, I write it up, Ay, Ay
Scotty, I pimp it up Ay, Ay
Shut up, you dumb, you about to get kicked
Tired of you and like all of these ticks
You telling me to go meet up with Rick
I'm on the screen, but I ain't talking flix
Ain't talking flix, I just talk about you
You and your friends, just ditching me too
Spitting them facts, but I ain't got a clue
Better than them, and I'm kinda new
Teach me a lesson, and tell me the rules
Tell me the stuff, outside of the school
All different phases, just like its the moon
I got the flow, but it isn't a pool
With the watch, its ice, boy
On yo' head like lice, boy
Toys R Us, no nice toys
Icekrim bring that ice boy
I am just a fine boy
I don't even like toys
That is not a wise choice
Looking bummy, 2020
Stayin Sunny, Acting funny
Why you running, with the money
You a bitch, with the honey
People trynna act all funny
But they hoppin' like a bunny
All these twenties, pocket money
Covered up like you a mummy
Made a new song and you know that its fire
Imma keep grinding, I am never ever tired
I ain't taking breaks, no brakes on my tire
Making connections, like I am the wire
In some years I'll get me a drop top
Always getting sick, and I do a little cough cough
Every single hater trynna make me stop stop
If you turn fake, imma do a little drop-off
Poppin' pills, man f*ck that shit
I've been doing more of this
Think I'm gettin' bored of this
No, this is the start of it
Rapping cause I'm passionate
Don't care 'bout what's happenin'
Helped you, where my credits at?
You mad that I got talent bitch
Looking bummy, 2020
Stayin Sunny, Acting funny
Why you running, with the money
You a bitch, with the honey
People trynna act all funny
But they hoppin' like a bunny
All these twenties, pocket money
Covered up like you a mummy
Camoflaw - Actin' Funny Lyrics
Camoflaw - Actin' Funny Lyrics
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You a fake
You a snake
Don't ever throw a fade
In the shade
With the bank
And you looking kinda stank
All these snakes
Looking fake
Keep the flow like a lake
Stupid shapes
Gucci shades
But you know you are a snake
That shit free though
I don't think so
Smoking hot though
Like Doritos
And its really lame
And its such a shame
Save the rap game
Haters gonna hate
Click it, I flip it up, Ay, Ay
Liquid, I sip it up, Ay, Ay
Listen, I write it up, Ay, Ay
Scotty, I pimp it up Ay, Ay
Shut up, you dumb, you about to get kicked
Tired of you and like all of these ticks
You telling me to go meet up with Rick
I'm on the screen, but I ain't talking flix
Ain't talking flix, I just talk about you
You and your friends, just ditching me too
Spitting them facts, but I ain't got a clue
Better than them, and I'm kinda new
Teach me a lesson, and tell me the rules
Tell me the stuff, outside of the school
All different phases, just like its the moon
I got the flow, but it isn't a pool
With the watch, its ice, boy
On yo' head like lice, boy
Toys R Us, no nice toys
Icekrim bring that ice boy
I am just a fine boy
I don't even like toys
That is not a wise choice
Looking bummy, 2020
Stayin Sunny, Acting funny
Why you running, with the money
You a bitch, with the honey
People trynna act all funny
But they hoppin' like a bunny
All these twenties, pocket money
Covered up like you a mummy
Made a new song and you know that its fire
Imma keep grinding, I am never ever tired
I ain't taking breaks, no brakes on my tire
Making connections, like I am the wire
In some years I'll get me a drop top
Always getting sick, and I do a little cough cough
Every single hater trynna make me stop stop
If you turn fake, imma do a little drop-off
Poppin' pills, man f*ck that shit
I've been doing more of this
Think I'm gettin' bored of this
No, this is the start of it
Rapping cause I'm passionate
Don't care 'bout what's happenin'
Helped you, where my credits at?
You mad that I got talent bitch
Looking bummy, 2020
Stayin Sunny, Acting funny
Why you running, with the money
You a bitch, with the honey
People trynna act all funny
But they hoppin' like a bunny
All these twenties, pocket money
Covered up like you a mummy
You a snake
Don't ever throw a fade
In the shade
With the bank
And you looking kinda stank
All these snakes
Looking fake
Keep the flow like a lake
Stupid shapes
Gucci shades
But you know you are a snake
That shit free though
I don't think so
Smoking hot though
Like Doritos
And its really lame
And its such a shame
Save the rap game
Haters gonna hate
Click it, I flip it up, Ay, Ay
Liquid, I sip it up, Ay, Ay
Listen, I write it up, Ay, Ay
Scotty, I pimp it up Ay, Ay
Shut up, you dumb, you about to get kicked
Tired of you and like all of these ticks
You telling me to go meet up with Rick
I'm on the screen, but I ain't talking flix
Ain't talking flix, I just talk about you
You and your friends, just ditching me too
Spitting them facts, but I ain't got a clue
Better than them, and I'm kinda new
Teach me a lesson, and tell me the rules
Tell me the stuff, outside of the school
All different phases, just like its the moon
I got the flow, but it isn't a pool
With the watch, its ice, boy
On yo' head like lice, boy
Toys R Us, no nice toys
Icekrim bring that ice boy
I am just a fine boy
I don't even like toys
That is not a wise choice
Looking bummy, 2020
Stayin Sunny, Acting funny
Why you running, with the money
You a bitch, with the honey
People trynna act all funny
But they hoppin' like a bunny
All these twenties, pocket money
Covered up like you a mummy
Made a new song and you know that its fire
Imma keep grinding, I am never ever tired
I ain't taking breaks, no brakes on my tire
Making connections, like I am the wire
In some years I'll get me a drop top
Always getting sick, and I do a little cough cough
Every single hater trynna make me stop stop
If you turn fake, imma do a little drop-off
Poppin' pills, man f*ck that shit
I've been doing more of this
Think I'm gettin' bored of this
No, this is the start of it
Rapping cause I'm passionate
Don't care 'bout what's happenin'
Helped you, where my credits at?
You mad that I got talent bitch
Looking bummy, 2020
Stayin Sunny, Acting funny
Why you running, with the money
You a bitch, with the honey
People trynna act all funny
But they hoppin' like a bunny
All these twenties, pocket money
Covered up like you a mummy
Writer: Phillip Kravtsov
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid