Lyrics ##Fäk3$!! - kashak69

(Yeah, yeah)
(Yeah) (Hold up, yeah)
(Woah)

Laugh to the bank, nigga what you on?
Niggas bein fake I don't know what they on
I'm in the cut with twin, bitch I'm on what he on
I'm on stage with kashhh and we singing all our songs
Niggas bein fake I got they bitch in a thong

B-beating on my chest like I'm fucking king kong
Gotta knock before you enter, and her coochie waiting for D
I can't tell you where I'm at, all you do is talk some smack
Then you talk behind my back, knew we wasn't friends at all
Pussy cut all the slack, he on my dick I told 'em get off

Niggas really nematodes, think he yo' friend but you don't know
That nigga so soft think he hard as coal
He was me and kash friend but he stole our flow
Niggas really fags, knock up at they door
Lay that boy down like a bed, got that ACOG scope

Woah woah, woah, woah woah
Told that boy to leave me 'lone, but he think he smart
Gas is gonna get me gone, DeShawn hit me with a cart
Bitch I'm super fly come see me gone
Thought that shit was hard
I got too much problems, I'm gon' get to solving
He think he a friend but he is dissolving
You play with my feelings, and I cuss you out
Bitch you gone get to sobbing
Holdup, yeah
I think she wanna (yeah)
But I do not care

These niggas fake, you niggas snakes
Bitch y'all not my friends, I cannot fuck with these fakes
Claiming you my friend, but you niggas just betray
Claiming you my friend but y'all niggas just some fakes

Some fakes