No Fakin (feat. EST Gee)

(Flexin' on that bitch, hold up)
Yeah, no fakin', compact, no safety and I'm on papers

Mm, yeah, rush them
I'm puttin' up half, dump them, nigga, fuck them (FORVEROLLING)
Wait till I tell Geeski
Niggas want a peace treaty, I told you they'll need me
Watch this, who they call when them blocks hit? Nigga, my shit
He got a rose Patek, yeah, but he not rich

Mm, yeah, flush them
They take a what? Cut them, then bust them
Mm, my nigga, I get it, they playin', watch this one
Somewhere in the Pearl, re-brand the girl
Step on the H, how much could it take?
Dependin' on the state, Kentucky like an eight
The Nash like a ten, then again
I only sent him fent', so who knows? Well, shit, it might be
It's time to get a new phone
Love when I re, big bruh, the blues gone
Love when I re– nephew, the food gone
Still ain't never heard Doggy bone, the juice slow
Get it on me, baby, I can put some C's on you
We got 'za's and that's only to the weed smokers
My momma know I got us, boo, I promise
Mm, yeah, rush them
I'm puttin' up half, dump them, nigga, fuck them
Wait till I tell Geeski
Niggas want a peace treaty, I told you they'll need me
Watch this, who they call when them blocks hit? Nigga, my shit
He got a rose Patek, yeah, but he not rich
Mm

You gon' come to me man to man about our bitch
They got it lit for a summer, ain't been popped since
We ain't that deep, but still my whole team top picks
They think he dumb, but he can 3D print a Glock switch (yeah, mm)
Lil Sker can't buy tobacco yet and he stilll knock bricks
I got him smacked, the only thing happened back, I got dissed (mm)
Have your momma cryin' on the news, she want justice
I don't feel bad 'cause she sad, nigga, fuck him
Thousand-eight grams in that bag, this for unc' and 'nem (uh)
Group FaceTime from the feds, free big bruh and them (mm)
Quarter large to Trump for the pardon, I'm Republican
Quarter zip of hard, me and Rob split our junkies
I done hit a boss with the same route I hit his flunky
And shit was kinda dry till I got it back bustin'

Mm, yeah, rush them
I'm puttin' up half, dump them, nigga, fuck them
Wait till I tell Geeski
Niggas want a peace treaty, I told you they'll need me
Watch this, who they call when them blocks hit? Nigga, my shit
He got a rose Patek, yeah, but he not rich
Mm