‌fake ​guardin

[Intro]
Ayy, la-da-da-da-da-da (Da-da)
La-da-da-da-da-da (Da-da)
La-da-da-da-da-da (Da-da)
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
Fake friends, fake love when they snap you
Six grams in the blunt, I'ma pass you
Get high with your guy if he asks you
Don't lie, say goodbye if you have to
I don't really like the way you talk to me
Talking out your ass so much you're shittin' right in front of me
I can see it in your eyes, the fans are what you want from me
Fake is in your DNA as your girl is all over me

[Verse 1]
Diss tracks are a no-go
​guardin fucking snapped in half, I swear I'm loco
That girl got my hoodie in her photo
Nobody want a cap with your logo
It's funny how they think they know you well
Replicate my sound and watch your music start to sell
You bite all the homies that you talk to on your cell
And I guarantee they're plottin' on your vacation to hell
Reapin' what you sell or reapin' what you sow
Bet you never met a soul as crooked as your own
Pocket all those compliments and hit the fucking road
'Cause I ain't tryna tune into the second episode