Fake Truth - Fake Truth lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah, bitch
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah uh

None of these n's ain't real (Real)
The thought of it, it give me chills
All of my seal (Seal)
I got my demons, they kill
All of my demons got gloves
All of my demons got drills (yeah)
All of my demons they flock (Flock)
Fuck on her ass, gettin' real (yeah)

I'm off the bean
Baby, tell me, is it harder to see? (Okay)
All of these meds got me goin' insane (Okay)
She text my phone but I lеft her on seen
(Okay)
They fill my trust up, left it on E (Yеah)
We got a gun, yeah, she got a
Join the rush, yeah (Ay, man, the fuck?)
I told 'em man
Up with the mop (Mop) , up with the mop (Mop)
Up with the mop (Mop) , up with the mop (Mop)
Fuck up the mop (Mop) , fuck up the mop (Mop)
Fuck up the mop (Mop) , fuck up the mop (Mop)
Gucci on my shoes
(Gucci) , bitch, stay true (True)
1738 the way I rock my Jimmy Choo's
Leave 'em in the grave, fuckin' bitch
Got to move (Bitch)
I've been T'd in this bitch, all night
All day (Uh)

None of these n's ain't real (Real)
The thought of it, it give me chills
All of my seal (Seal)
I got my demons, they kill
All of my demons got gloves
All of my demons got drills (yeah)
All of my demons they flock (Flock)
Fuck on her ass, gettin' real (yeah)

Okay, okay okay, okay
What? Okay ay, hold up, wait
None of these n's ain't real huh, wait
None of these n's ain't real, uh