Lil $tunt - Fake Love Lyrics

(Run up over here when you think we on some lame shit)
(Slide up over here, man, I ain't with all this lame shit)
(Boy ain't no killer, on the spot, I'm Michael Myers)
(I got blood on my shoes, shed the skin off all them tires)
Have you ever seen somebody lay in they own blood
Have you ever seen somebody losing they whole cut
Have you ever seen somebody losing they whole life
Have you ever seen a mother lose they only child
I been staying on the low, smoking all this dope
I wonder who will save me when I'm out of rope
Instagram bitches hit me up but they want dope
Hit a speed bump, bitch, I'm on the road
When a real one hold you down, girl, you supposed to drown
She in the passenger, we bounce around the town
F*ck all these hoes, is you really down
Would you hold it down when my feet ain't touch the ground
Like bitch, I'm done with all this fake love
Say they really love me, they don't think I know what's really up
I don't wanna feel nothing, pour a four inside my cup
I don't wanna feel nothing but I'm shit out of luck
This place is out of love, you be standing real tall
Then they pulling on the rug, coming off some type of drug
Ball in my court and you know that shit just ain't gon' budge
Man, you really testing your whole life on a motherf*cking grudge
My vibe be too incredible, I got my brothers slanging
Popping Percs just like they edibles, now I am Mr. Incredible
Stuff them in the blunt, that's medical
Pull up on me bitch, that's federal
I ain't catch a case, I'm catching several, bitch
Skipping the signs and I'm crossing the lines
Say catch me at another time, I'ma leave you behind
How you supposed to keep the peace when you ain't keeping your own
Need somebody, ain't tryna even reach the phone
So I keep to my own and get this shit all alone
F*cking around and that's a highway to get yourself domed, shit
There's a war cooking and you know we middle of the Zone
Why you crying over bitches
Leave it right at the tone, man, she ain't tripping
Better get your ass going, 'cause when it's raining, it's pouring
Finna kill yourself worrying, it's been time after time
She home later at night, bitch, where you been all night
And you ain't been getting no money out it
Lose your shit when it's really you that f*cked up the check
So get onto the next if it mean breaking your neck
If you a real boss then you ain't crying over losses
You just thinking of ways to keep running up your profit
Ain't gon' stop 'til it's my body that drop
Running circles around the defense, I'ma give your ass a greivance
I'ma run this city and your ass is never gon' stop dealing
And I know some homies that'll probably never end up leaving
I'ma hit 'em with the light show, we gon' leave your jaw drop
Pull up in a drop top, knock they asses block off
Pull up on me, homie think he really about to rob us
Painting up your whole front porch and now I think I'm Bob Ross
I'm taking over, now they think I'm Space Invader
Creep all black like Vader
Bitch, you good, I'm greater
Snap on the track like a gator
Man, life is what you make it, so you gon' be your own creator
I just popped another Perc and I feel like my mind is fading