Fake Shit Lil Kee (Ft. 42 Dugg)

[Intro: Lil Kee]
Mmm
Mmm
Ah, ah
What's happenin', Chi Chi?

[Chorus: Lil Kee]
I ain't on no fake shit
You get shot up in yo' face, bitch
Push up on Lil Kee, Lil Kee gon' give your ass a facelift (Baow)
Mmm, know we quick to take shit
Mmm, know we quick to face shit
Make hits, take shit
Know we quick to break shit (Let's go)
I remember pots and pans, we was shootin' off in a crate, bitch
Came around and they envy
I can't believe y'all, dog, get the fuck out yo' feelings
Can't push up on my momma, think I got me a milli'

[Verse 1: Lil Kee]
I'm talkin' every single dollar, I can take care of my children
Get the fuck out yo' feelings
Probably say that I'm trippin' (Ah)
I do a lot of drugs, but I don't really be sippin' (Ah)
I ain't four pockets full, but my pockets a lil' differеnt
If I gave y'all my heart, 'kay, could you die with mе nigga?
'Fore I go out like a sucker, got my hand on the trigger (My hand on my guap)
If I put everything in, could you see the bigger picture?
And I won't never run my mouth, I show love to all my niggas
I do Percocets and Xan, and I mix drugs with my liquor
If you can twerk, go back and back for every one of you bitches
I used to lurk for every bag on every one of them missions
Lil' bitch, come get your issue