Xanman, Freeco - Fake Luv lyrics

Like why they showing fake love
Like why they showing fake love

I started out from Activist
Stick in my drawls
And now we started trapping again
I got a Glock i'm shooting like i’m African
Finesse the plug
He asked me where the package is
Oh I know when we established this
He keep calling
Ima pull up on your man again so many drugs
I think I'm not gon be sane again
So many drugs
I'm not moving like a mannequin
Bullets that can knock down an elephant
I'm in the trap, I'm serving
On the cannabis, i'm serving, i'm serving
Chopper rocking, Jimi Hendrix
Beam on the Glock, I won't miss you
Give them more clips than a preview
I don't know when ima see you
I play with Ak’s, no Wii U
Don’t they gun feed you
Niggas love you when they need you
No these bitches be see through

No baby I do not need you
I just be fly like an eagle
Yo boy a bird, he a seagal
I might do it in a Regal
Pop me a bar and I let out the stars
Roll up and hit it I head up to mars
I’m serving full lean on sipping on raw
He want his money back he won't get none
We used to sip on that Qualitech
Now we just pour up that Hi Tec
Plug said he got that Activist
Where you at baby? I need that
She got good toes and I need that
I put Gucci where her feet at
Open her legs, ima feast that
Give her good dick, good feedback
Nut on her tongue and she eat that
Fucking her friends, I’m nasty
Her nigga mad that she gawking
He got and i'm blasting

In the trap, I'm extending the plays
In the trap, I'm extending the plays
Xanman keeps his stick on his waist
These niggas keep they sticks in the safe
I might just up
Blow your plug out the socket
Hold it in buddy, you look like a target
Please don't make me shoot in my rocket
She give me top when she
Counting up the money
Niggas is crazy where all of they guns at?
I’m with a Glock run like Cortana
We pulling up and we running your pockets
We pulling up and we running your pockets
Finesse him
And give him three five for the 50
Finesse him
And give him three five for the 50
You can't trust a hoe, these niggas be 50
You can't trust a hoe, these niggas be 50

You thinking off an addy made me doze off
I keep my money straight
Laugh at my brother like
How you the plug but your phone off?
The Ruger hit him, wipe his nose off
She said my name like a roll call

I'm popping xans like a xan
Molly came in and it's tan
How you an opp and a fan
How you bop from the stands
Ouu, They know big Freeco the man
I hear them scream my name
Niggas ain't beefing they shoot and don't aim
Nigga we beef and I shoot at you brain
Selling xans to them college kids
Trapping out of them colleges
She want to give up the knowledges
She give me brain she a smart lil bitch
Put her on a plane with all of her friends
I run a train with all of my men
She want a no boy no bitch she got a