Fake Luv Xanman (Ft. Freeco)

[Verse 1: Xanman]
Do not pay me in no pesos
Plug got the paper
Like why they showing fake love? (Like why they showing fake)
Plug better pay some, I love the gold
I started out from Actavis, stick in my drawls
And now we started to trap again
I got a Glock, I shoot it like I’m African
Finesse the plug, he asked me where the package is
Hold up I ain't know when we established this (like when?)
He keep calling, I'ma pull up on your man again
So many drugs, I think I'm not gon be standin' again
So many drugs, I'm not moving like a mannequin
Bullets they can knock down an elephant
I'm in the trap, I'm serving on the cannabis
I'm serving, I'm serving
Chopper rocking, Jimi Hendrix
Beam on the Glock, it won't miss you
Give him more clips than a preview
I don't know when I'ma see you
I play with AK’s, yeah no Wii U
Don’t bite the hand that's gon' feed you
Niggas love you when they need you
Know that these bitches be see through

[Verse 2: Freeco]
No baby I do not need you (no)
I just be fly like a eagle (I be fly)
Yo boy a bird, he a seagull (whoa)
I might do it in a Regal
Pop me a bar and I land on the stars
Roll up and hit it I end up on mars
I serve him fu' lean, I'm sipping on raw
He want his money back he don't get none
We used to sip on that Qualitest
Now we just pour up the Hi-Tec
Plug said he got that Actavis
Where you at baby? I needs that
She got the sauce and I need that
I put Gucci where her feet at
Open her legs, I'ma feast that
Give her good dick, good feedback
Nut on her tongue and she eat that
Fuck on her friends, I’m nasty
Her nigga mad that she gawking
He got a problem I'm blasting