Fakes (feat. Army Regime) Video (MV)

Niggas out here claiming bro's
But be out here just f*ckin ya hoes
Niggas claimin that they ride or die
When that pressure hit they ain't ready to die
See i dont do all that fake shit
Ima Real nigga f*ck the snake shit
I'm all about gettin my bands up
This that fendi boy step ya brands up
F*ck all you pussy niggas
Got some hood niggas that'll bust quick
Trust this
Know I does this
I'm big homie oh I bust hits
You don't want beef my niggas move quick
Tellem hold on make this move quick
See I got this nigga that's moving slick
There he go nigga move quick
I hit that nigga on the low
Had to tellem what i know
See I heard you being fake
Throwing dirt on my name
Oh shit now I gotta hurt you
Oh shit now I gotta curse you
Oh lord it's gonna feel good now I gotta hearse you
Fake niggas
I hate me a fake nigga
You snake niggas
I can't f*ck wit snake niggas
You fake niggas
I hate me a fake nigga
You snake niggas
I can't f*ck wit snake niggas
Lets take the time to expose you
You a dumb nigga nobody knows you
And the only reason that they know you
Cus you was in my crew nigga I chose you
Yea you lucked up
But now you f*cked up
Oh you cross me you gettin f*cked up
I ain't talkin bout these hoes now when I say my niggas been cuffed up
Shoutout to my real niggas
And shoutout to my real bitches
If you don't f*ck wit these fake niggas
Put your hands high give the middle finger
I need a bitch wit a fat ass
Who bout money, who chase the bag
She real hood but she got class
Them inches long keep these hoes mad
I hit that nigga on the low
Had to tellem what i know
See I heard you being fake
Throwing dirt on my name
Oh shit now I gotta hurt you
Oh shit now I gotta curse you
Oh lord it's gonna feel good now I gotta hearse you
Fake niggas
I hate me a fake nigga
You snake niggas
I can't f*ck wit snake niggas
You fake niggas
I hate me a fake nigga
You snake niggas
I can't f*ck wit snake niggas
All of these niggas canal street, this mob shit, wild deep
Wake a nigga since gemeyl sleep, still flowing, canal, creek
It's still boeing aisle seats, turbulence, mild sleep
Platinums cuffs, chain gang, to the gold chains, but i'm wild i'm free
Bitch i could drip a lagoons
Walk in the building we flagging already, as long as that shit is maroon
And all of my nigga's in tune
I pick my fit in the tomb
I get my fix with the tool
Try me i'll sit in the tombs
Try me then get in the tomb
All the real niggas never gotta tell a nigga he real though
Nigga, i'm real doe, and we getting real dough
Just look at the whip, i open the doors, it look like a field goal
My bitch wouldn't wear those, can't f*ck with you weirdos
Y'all niggas are fake and hate but wait, cuz i hate the fake shit
We'll come rearrange shit, my niggas do bang shit
Cuz you a liar, or a supervisor, the way that you make shift
Make money and make hit, i just crawled out the snake pit
Fake niggas
I can't f*ck with fake niggas
Fake bitches
Got some bitches who will fade bitches
Fake niggas
I can't f*ck with snake niggas
Fake bitches
I can't f*ck wit snake bitches
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Can't f*ck with them fake bitches
Can't f*ck with them snake niggas
I can't f*ck wit you stay the f*ck away bitches