Young Thug — Fake Love

[Intro] Bags of cash yeah yeah DT Cash yeah Trouble Trouble Wheezy Beats [Chorus: Trouble & Young Thug] You can keep all your fake love Bitch fucking up my sheet with all that makeup I still slide through the project to get my tape off Im on a screw bout the only time I lay up It's a bigger lead, bigger lead, oh yeah yeah yeah Doin bigger things, bigger things, with all my motherfuckin' kids I'm a bigger lead type of nigga boy, you gotta stack some more bread It's a bigger lead, it's a bigger lead, young nigga young nigga [Verse 1: Trouble] Skoob and Slime on the new ghost Pimping strong still stuck on her like a Newport I don't give no fucks bout God I play Kukoc Play my position to get the millions shit like Judo [Verse 2: Young Thug] I want some bands, some cash I want some mags, some bags Doin' my dance, yeah Blow out your brains, yeah I'm doing my thang, yeah I'm killin' yo mane, yeah They bring him back up from the dead I do it again, yeah [Verse 3: Trouble & Young Thug] Why I treat these hoes like some straight mutts I thought my dick gon give you shit, I caught a fake nut Prolly didn't even hit the bitch, just got my sock blowed They talkin' bout Trouble "you retarded" You know my top blowed I got your bitch in La Parrilla eating taco Wan' suck my dick while I blow on the other pothole Thought you might be the plug, thought that she watching Narcos She tried to tell a nigga 'bout the boy El Chapo Yeah, turn her a freak, to be the freak of the week She wet as a pool, with her friend shawty so cool Dawg, I can't near make this hoe mine Ain't no pussy that good, yo' fold-blind, shoulda Hit it then pass it last I'mma stretch it like elastic I'm getting it fast My diamonds they dancing, they dancing These niggas so mad 'bout that But ain't gon' do jack 'bout that She got every bag again She make 'em look bad, oh yeah [Verse 4: Trouble] I came through with bags again Hoe niggas got mad again I came to pick up my lil' cheddar My grandma calling me [?] I eat it, beat it altogether [?] she freakin' like forever Sheriff kinda heated like a kettle It look like some beetles in ya bezels [Verse 5: Young Thug & Trouble] Slow speed, diamonds dripping on my motherfucking shirt Pussy nigga play, they got the front row in the hearse Dripping sauce on yo bitch, make her burp, thirst Let it calm down then come back first Bitch do yo bars for the YSL Bitch don't kick her out, she might tell I said don't kick her out the room, she might tell I know that bitch well, she gon' tell someone they ain't gon' even give you a bail And these niggas gon' tell The fuck shit that they didn't ask, fact Wondering what the hoe 'bout Them folks shoulda been told to pack a mat Yeah, shoulda kept it real, shoulda told 'em it was that But since you ain't real nigga, you deserve to have jack [Chorus: Trouble & Young Thug] You can keep all your fake love Bitch fucking up my sheet with all that makeup I still slide through the project to get my tape-up Im on a screw bout the only time I lay up It's a bigger lead, bigger lead, oh yeah yeah yeah Doin bigger things, bigger things, with all my motherfuckin' kids I'm a bigger lead type of nigga boy, you gotta stack some more bread It's a bigger lead, it's a bigger lead, young nigga young nigga