Fake Love

[Intro] (Dazedwithin, bitch) [Verse: Sk8star] We don't give a fuck 'bout your posse These fuck niggas can't even go man up You don't like that shit? Then come try me Hold that fuck nigga for ransom And I love my bitches exotic I still got her shit on Candler You know how I player pop it All my hoes all my hoes think I'm handsome All my hoes know I'm all that If you play with this shit I dunk with your bitch, you can't call back I started with shit, I built it up quick like I got a hard hat Yea, these fuck niggas tryna' go diss but these boys boring Yea, ain't my opp, but nigga, he snoring I'm in the Hellcat, hit that gas, this bit' roaring I'm a player Jack, when I pull up, I'm back-dooring And that Glock attached, I can't leave 'em, I'm important [Verse: Tezzus] Hunnid' round, hunnid' round, hunnid' round, we just spin and woke up the neighbors Gun 'em down, gun 'em down, gun 'em down, now it's a quarter-mil' sitting on the table I'm a player Jack, I make bitches count my paper I'm a player Jack, I made a 50 off the wakeup You know how I player pop it I don't say much He talkin' tough, we terrorize him, get his face touched This bitch done told everybody, she got her face fucked He got a gun, don't scare nobody, we gotta' lay them You work your move, get shot by me You must wan' die me My phønk gon' shoot for paper, it's like the lottery She say, "Phønk you don't do right by me" "You always lie to me" I said, "I'm used to fake love"