Fake Sleep 3200 Tre & RMC Mike (Ft. YSR Gramz)

[Verse 1: YSR Gramz]
That lil pussy wasn't even hitting, so I fake sleep
Bro'll pull up, get to shooting like he K.D
Stop flashing that bankroll, that lil pape cheap
That lil nigga said he wanted smoke, I [?]

[Verse 2: RMC Mike]
He calim he had us in the city, boy, you can't be
I'm only dealing with a rich bitch, I feel like Tay B
Security and wack a nigga ass, [?]
He got some drank, but he want a verse, so this ain't cheap
I'm too busy getting pape, ain't got time to lose
First time I met her, called her bitch, I know that's kinda rude
Pulled up [?], that mean it's time to move
Street nigga, stashed a hundred racks in my mama room

[Verse 3: 3200 Tre]
These designer shoes
The bitch I got ain't really shit, I'm [?]
Money always call my phone, I don't got time to snooze
Mikey told me hold my wrist, this that Obama [?]
You wanna get rid of a body, use embalming fluid
If I can't find a nigga that I want, I put his mama through it
This [?] bills, I can't get tired of music
I really don't got shit to do, it's always time to do it
Clip on this bitch long as hell, I can lean on it
The dope I got [?] I'm in here beating on it
I like the way her coochie look, I'm always eating on it
Soon as I'm done, I go to sleep, I put my thing on her