Lyrics G Herbo – Fake Niggas

Fake niggas, fake niggas I’m tired of fake niggas, aye, huh

Hook — Lil Bibby:
It’s way too many fake niggas, I’m tired of fake niggas
Sneak dissin’ but be all in my face nigga

Fake niggas, lemme’ tell you somethin’ bout’ fake niggas
Got 150 niggas ridin’ with me
But I only fuck with bout 8 niggas
No really tho’, circle small, cheerio
Hatin’ on Lil Bibby flow, when I take off where did he go
Im gone, Cup full of that Kickstand just put me in my zone
Ain’t doin’ shit just coolin it, these niggas hittin’ my phone
Grippin on chrome, haters get gone better watch yo tone
Takin’ kush to the dome
Red beam on the gun you’on wanna get domed
Lotta’ white chalk you’on wanna get drawn
Haters get blown put a body on the 9
Leave yo’ face on a lot of shirts
Leave em’ dead with a clothing line
Leave his ass right on the 9, Lil Bibby I’m supposed to sound
My bitches be over fine, what you need? I’m on the grind
In my face its all smiles
Talkin’ down when I’m not around
I ring , bout’ a pound
They only come around when im blowin’ loud

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Capo:
Fake niggas can’t fuck with them, Hatin’ niggas stay away from me
GBE and NLMB, them the niggas who fuck with me
It’s way too many fake niggas who wanna just be around me
Foreign money and Foreign guns that’s all I need around me
Not even a bitch, on bro n’em I can’t trust em’ (nah)
Bust today then you can bust away I ain’t even tryna’ fuck her
One thing about these niggas, if you flexin’ keep a nigga back
Niggas snakes, niggas fakes, them niggas will get you whacked
Pull up foreign (skirtt skirtt) I’m flexin on these hoes
Bitch I only want the mouth, yea ho thats all I know
Head Shots, it’s war time, Bibby tell me when to go
Man I can’t fuck with niggas trigger happy just to blow
This .30 under this Gucci belt, cock back then we spazzin’ out
Robin Jeans and True Religions, this rap shit, we cashin’ out
New niggas out my circle, face shots we pass em out
RocBlock or No Block, fuck niggas we flashin’ out

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Lil Herb:
Yea Lil Herb be takin’ off so I got niggas hatin’
And they see my diamonds black and white, integration
Kushy puffin’ Remy tastin’ Daily Trappin’, Benji’ Chasin’
Tryna’ touch this bread but I got niggas at my head
Guess they wanna see me dead, or wanna see me in the feds
Cause’ im gettin’ it
And all they gonn’ do is see me spending it
And now they wanna get with this but not when we was into shit
So if they on some stealin’ shit I’m spittin’ it
Faster than I’m spittin’ this and faster than that new M6
When I drive the newest whips, just make me do the rudest shit
Might whip out on my newest chick like
«Yea what you gonn’ do with this»
Suck it til’ it’s nice and stiff
But make sure you don’t bite the tip, you triflin’ bitch
Fake niggas all around me, in the water tryna’ drown me
Just starin’ and shit, playin and shit
Gonn’ make me let this cannon spit
And cause some fuckin’ damages, with alcohol and bandages
So try me and I’m blammin’ it, no panickin’

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