Fake Beef (feat. 2 Chainz)

T.R.U. sh*t

No bullsh*t

Street sh*t

No cheap sh*t (Ayy, who the f*ck is Narquise?)

Hott, talk to 'em

Hott LockedN:

All that fake beef, fake beef, fake smoke, lil' n*gga

Fake beef, fake beef, fake smoke, lil' n*gga

Fake beef, fake beef, fake smoke, lil' n*gga

All that fake beef, fake beef, fake smoke, lil' n*gga (Duh, duh)

We got a lot of sticks, n*gga (Sticks, n*gga)

Pull up on your block, make that b*tch hit, n*gga (Grrah)

Fifty round drum on this f*ckin' stick, n*gga (Stick, stick, stick)

Pull up on your block and make a n*gga strip

I got nothin' but some hollows in this f*ckin' clip (Baow), yeah

N*gga seen this fire and then he tried to dip (Dip)

We gon' pull up at your mama's house and let it rip (Rip)

Like Fourth of July, n*gga, we gon' light up the sky (Sky)

Like forties and nines, n*gga, we totin' on nines (Nine)

I'm high as a flight, n*gga (Flight), I just took a flight

N*gga, you aren't a lion, n*gga (What, n*gga?), you a rat, you a mice

I heard that you droppin' a dime, n*gga (Dime, n*gga), we takin' your life

I gotta let you know, n*gga

All them internet posts, boy, you really a ho, n*gga

It ain't my fault you mad you woke up broke, n*gga

It ain't my fault you mad you wearin' the same clothes, n*gga

And they your ho's, n*gga

Hot box, used to ride 'em to the Shoals, n*gga

Might wipe your nose, ooh, been had that sh*t gold, lil' n*gga

And I'm ridin' with blow (Ridin' with blow), got bags for the low, lil' n*gga

All that fake beef, fake beef, fake smoke, lil' n*gga

Hott LockedN & 2 Chainz:

All that fake beef, fake beef, fake smoke, lil' n*gga

Fake beef, fake beef, fake smoke, lil' n*gga

Fake beef, fake beef, fake smoke, lil' n*gga

All that fake beef, fake beef, fake smoke, lil' n*gga (Tony)

2 Chainz:

Ain't with all the cap on the 'Gram, that's that weird sh*t (Weird sh*t)

That's why I moved out to the woods, I can see deer and sh*t (Deer)

I got a stick on top a stick next to an FN, shawty (Fire)

Soon as they see me, they say, "Just playin', shawty" (Playin')

Shout out Ben Franklin, that's my best man, shawty (Best man, shawty)

Changed the whip black, it look like suntan on it (Suntan on it)

Pray I don't get pulled over, I got a life sentence in it (Life)

Used to be addicted to them light-skinned strippers (Light)

Then I had to switch (Switch), you real? I'm really rich

Told 'em folks, "You dig?" Then I showed them folks a ditch

I stay in my bag, b*tch, let's go on a trip (Trip)

Cartier frame, four clover, Lil' Flip

Hott LockedN:

All that fake beef, fake beef, fake smoke, lil' n*gga

Fake beef, fake beef, fake smoke, lil' n*gga

Fake beef, fake beef, fake smoke, lil' n*gga

All that fake beef, fake beef, fake smoke, lil' n*gga (Duh, duh)

T.R.U. sh*t