Midwxst, viizzi - ​faker lyrics

Yeah yeah, woah (Haha, Caleb, play that)
Yeah yeah, woah yeah yeah, woah
Yeah yeah, woah yeah yeah, woah
Yeah yeah, woah yeah yeah, woah
Yeah yeah, woah (Viizzi)

Codeine in my system pistol for protection
And you claim that don't know me
You up in my mentions
Do you feel the tension?
You gon' meet my weapon
Choppa shoot like boy band
Aim in One Direction
Yeah, yeah, at your face
Bitch I catch a case
Guarantee that we gon' up
That motherfuckin' murder rate
Have you ever heard of fate? 'Causе
You gon' meet your maker
He said that he 'bout that lifе
We know that boy a faker

I got the wock in my cup
I got a Glock boutta' fuck this shit up
Big body Benz, and a big body truck
Big body bitch she gon' suck my shit u-u-up
Fuck all that singing shit, choppa like choir
He hittin' high notes like he is Mariah
Me and Joleya, it's murder for hire
I cannot stand that lil' boy he a liar
Step on the seat, and I'm bringing the fire
Step on the seat, and I'm causing a scene
I got a Glock and it's strapped to my jeans
That's Robitussin, lil' bitch that ain't lean
I know that you think that you so
Clever, we drop in the portal
Leave you in the Nether
I use a suppressor, no matter the weather
I'm stackin' my cheese
Like a mouse I get cheddar
I go to the bank and deposit it
My money positive
All of this shit, been a part of it
I'm in this shit, in the heart of it
All of this hype bitch I started it
I'm goin' hard on it
I'm goin' hard on this bitch
I got a stick, and I'ma go pass it to Jahhlu
You got no titties up under your chest
So please explain to me what
Your motherfuckin' bra do

(graveem1nd)
Yeah, chain on my neck, watch it swang
Niggas' is tryna say that I changed
But I stayed the same when I got fame
(Bitch) he think he safe 'till we run in his
Crib and we hit a lil' motherfuckin' stain
Uh
You know I'm countin' that money I 'bout just
Might go cop me a new Range, bitch
Hop in that Benz, know we swervin'
He not totin' shit I know that boy he nervous
That boy a coward not talkin' bout Courage
I know I'ma shine, I know I'ma flourish
He take my songs, I feel like a teacher
Mihara Maison, that shit on the sneakers
He a spectator, he watch on the bleachers
I know that money counter, and that beeper
Bitch
He got me mad, I might turn to a villain
That boy a scooter, well we gonna drill him
Sign a lil' deal and I made me a million
Run out the banks nigga
Know that I'm stealin'
Might hit the UK, bitch, word to Viizzi
Choppa name Yeat
Cause that shit gon' get busy
I don't want your ho
'cause my girl is too pretty
I'll do a show in every fucking city, yeah

Codeine in my system pistol for protection
And you claim that don't know me
You up in my mentions
Do you feel the tension?
You gon' meet my weapon
Choppa shoot like boy band
Aim in One Direction
Yeah, yeah, at your face
Bitch I catch a case
Guarantee that we gon' up
That motherfuckin' murder rate
Have you ever heard of fate? 'Cause
You gon' meet your maker
He said that he 'bout that life
We know that boy a faker