Fake Luv

Uh Look Off 2-3 bleeze I'm smacked Gotta bout 2 treesh tryna mack All day I been jugging the pack So I gotta ride around with the strap OT I've been running the map Road runner my pockets is fat Can't sleep ion know whats a nap? She a freak and she making it clap Told ma just checkout my stats GP she be throwing the cat Let her see if her friend telling facts And she heard I'ma nigga that rap Groupie Luv got my heart been missing Loopy drugs got my mind just tripping They sound the same but I stay different They feel the swag just in my sentence I'm boss made no you cant rent this Stash box just filled with pension I'm numb but I feel the tension Off gas just like my engine Real talk they want no smoke Love money cause I hate being broke Toxic everything be a joke But my shawty still keeping her hope Dirty money just bought me some soap Trap money just bought me a coat I take drugs ion know how to cope I just copped me a blick with the scope Two cups I feel like I'm dreaming Two thots I know they know some demons She be chatting bout how I'm the reason That her heart be falling too pieces No I can't put trust in a diva Said she only be smoking sativa On my grind give a fuck bouta eater On my grind give a fuck bouta eater Stacking up bouta buy a two seater Cause they love my voice on their speakers Ebk I ain't doing no feature I just might just fuck on my teacher Face down when I'm breaking her back Face up when I'm feeling too tact Off white but the fit all black In case the gang on attack Tell the opps where they been? Get back I just ghost every bitch I crack Fake love like thats so wack And the tape bouta get me a plaque