Fake Beef lyrics

[Intro]
T.R.U. sh*t
No bullsh*t
Street sh*t
No cheap sh*t (Ayy, who the f*ck is Narquise?)
Hott, talk to 'em

[Chorus: Hott LockedN]
All that fake beef, fake beef, fake smoke, lil' n*gga
Fake beef, fake beef, fake smoke, lil' n*gga
Fake beef, fake beef, fake smoke, lil' n*gga
All that fake beef, fake beef, fake smoke, lil' n*gga (Duh, duh)

[Verse 1: Hott LockedN]
We got a lot of sticks, n*gga (Sticks, n*gga)
Pull up on your block, make that b*tch hit, n*gga (Grrah)
Fifty round drum on this f*ckin' stick, n*gga (Stick, stick, stick)
Pull up on your block and make a n*gga strip
I got nothin' but some hollows in this f*ckin' clip (Baow), yeah
n*gga seen this fire and then he tried to dip (Dip)
We gon' pull up at your mama's house and let it rip (Rip)
Like Fourth of July, n*gga, we gon' light up the sky (Sky)
Like forties and nines, n*gga, we totin' on nines (Nine)
I'm high as a flight, n*gga (Flight), I just took a flight
n*gga, you aren't a lion, n*gga (What, n*gga?), you a rat, you a mice
I heard that you droppin' a dime, n*gga (Dime, n*gga), we takin' your life
I gotta let you know, n*gga
All them internet posts, boy, you really a ho, n*gga
It ain't my fault you mad you woke up broke, n*gga
It ain't my fault you mad you wearin' the same clothes, n*gga
And they your ho's, n*gga
Hot box, used to ride 'em to the Shoals, n*gga
Might wipe your nose, ooh, been had that sh*t gold, lil' n*gga
And I'm ridin' with blow (Ridin' with blow), got bags for the low, lil' n*gga
All that fake beef, fake beef, fake smoke, lil' n*gga
[Chorus: Hott LockedN & 2 Chainz]
All that fake beef, fake beef, fake smoke, lil' n*gga
Fake beef, fake beef, fake smoke, lil' n*gga
Fake beef, fake beef, fake smoke, lil' n*gga
All that fake beef, fake beef, fake smoke, lil' n*gga (Tony)

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
Ain't with all the cap on the 'Gram, that's that weird sh*t (Weird sh*t)
That's why I moved out to the woods, I can see deer and sh*t (Deer)
I got a stick on top a stick next to an FN, shawty (Fire)
Soon as they see me, they say, "Just playin', shawty" (Playin')
Shout out Ben Franklin, that's my best man, shawty (Best man, shawty)
Changed the whip black, it look like suntan on it (Suntan on it)
Pray I don't get pulled over, I got a life sentence in it (Life)
Used to be addicted to them light-skinned strippers (Light)
Then I had to switch (Switch), you real? I'm really rich
Told 'em folks, "You dig?" Then I showed them folks a ditch
I stay in my bag, b*tch, let's go on a trip (Trip)
Cartier frame, four clover, Lil' Flip

[Chorus: Hott LockedN]
All that fake beef, fake beef, fake smoke, lil' n*gga
Fake beef, fake beef, fake smoke, lil' n*gga
Fake beef, fake beef, fake smoke, lil' n*gga
All that fake beef, fake beef, fake smoke, lil' n*gga (Duh, duh)
[Outro]
T.R.U. sh*t