Fakin'

[Intro]

(DJ Biko in the mix)

Hold on, light my blunt

Okay, we good

Yeah (Blatt)

Uh-huh-huh-huh

Uh-huh (Bitch)

Do it

[Verse 1]

See it all in they face, that they be faking (Uh-huh, uh)

Two bitches counting money, girl, I cannot be caking (Frrt, frrt)

If you say you want war with me, then I'm erasing (DJ Biko in the mix, doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo)

Push start on the whip, is you ready for me to race it? (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)

This love not for us, you gotta face it (Yeah, yeah)

This game that you playin' get dangerous (Know it get dangerous)

When I walk up in the spot, I'm in the latest (Fly)

When I'm flexing, I can tell these niggas hate it (Blatt, okay)

Chief Runna, baby, you know it (Skrrt)

That lil' ho annoying

Say she wanna fuck, let's get going

Steady hittin' my phone like, "What you doing?" (Uh-huh)

Baby, I'm chilling, I'm counting this money (Uh-huh)

He ain't getting money, that boy too funny (Skrrt)

When he walked out, that boy so bummy

Baby said, "Chief Runna, you so cunning"

Shooters, they lurking, yeah, they hunting

Tryna buy swag, boy, I done done it

Shorty so bad, yeah, she stunning

Give me that thing, bae, I think I'm in love with it

Baby said she like the way that I'm touching it

Shorty said she won't ever get enough of it

Most of these lil' niggas under me

Real Runna, nigga, you is not running me

[Chorus]

Hop in the coup and you know that I'm flying

All of my soldiers be toting that iron

Ha, fah-fah-fah-fah

Boy, I can tell you that you not one of mine

All of my soldiers are ready to die

We gon' pull up on that boy with the nine

No, no, I'm not telling no lie

Run in your wallet, draw down with that fire (Uh-huh)

[Verse 2]

Don't you chief my weed (Don't), that's not your blunt, that's mine (Uh-huh, huh)

Yeah, that's mine (Don't because it's mine)

I'm a lil' hothead, I don't cry

If a nigga play, than a nigga get fried

I'm a lil' goonie and I never say die

Get off my phone, I don't have the time

Might have to put a lil' nigga in line

He don't get guap, that lil' boy lying

Wanna have my money, you won't get a dime

Everybody swear they wanna see me shine (Blatt)

But I know they telling stories (Do it)

Chief Runna don't got no worries

I'm in the studio cooking like Curry

Don't want that ho 'cause I know that she dirty

[Chorus]

Hop in the coup and you know that I'm flying

All of my soldiers be toting that iron

Ha, fah-fah-fah-fah

Boy, I can tell you that you not one of mine

All of my soldiers are ready to die

We gon' pull up on that boy with the nine

No, no, I'm not telling no lie

Run in your wallet, draw down with that fire