Fake Gallery Dept Lyrics

Fuck a bad bitch one good time tell her set me out

Niggas out here down on they last tryna stretch me out

Told her I ain't even tryna fuck with that neck be bout

He love thots he got a mug shot she done stressed him out

New drop of that nigga check these out

Every time I do this shit it be different

Got a 30 poking out baby this a dick print

I can't fuck a broke bitch that shit make my dick limp

Started really getting money that shit got addicting

Boy your diamonds Johnny Bravo they ain't never hitting

On my momma tag y'all jeweler bet you never

I just punched tickets to the Superbowl

I call her Dimmadale she giving Super dome

Shorty fucked me cause my car nice she got a Uber home

Caught them niggas at a red light they got the Uber blown

I just bought the ARs some titties got the Cleavage showing

You ain't even know your bitch strip she in Cleveland hoeing

Nigga this a thousand dollar cup and you ain't even know it

Shorty got a homegrown ass but she ain't even grow it

It's in my bitch Marc Jacobs bag I ain't even toting

Get a nigga high from the mag and he ain't even smoking

Dayday in here running up a bag and he ain't even focused

I just fucked your bitch cause I was drunk and I ain't even want it

I'm in the car all by myself doing my daily count

So many people count on me if I get locked they gone break me out

CC dubbed up don't give a fuck if 12 shake me down

Do a nigga like a old ass post I'ma take him down

Leave then niggas dead in the snow we gone paint the town

Three hours on the road from L.A. we in Vegas now

Feeling like a doc when I'm off the Wok I got patience now

This for them lame ass niggas that jock take this down

Really gettin money swear to God I can't fake it now

Niggas out here working with the cops you eat bacon now

Caught him at the after hours spot it's vacant now

Bro just poured so much in his pop he done made it brown

Let so many shots out the chop turned his brain around

Gave a bad bop fire a cock we dating now

Glock pop a opp in the motherfucking top what you thinking now

I was in the coupe really hot like I'm drinking now

Ah baby

I can't make you mine

Man my phone ain't been the same since Lil' Katie died

I'm the type to take a three and then make a five

Pour a whole line of feel like I ain't alive

Brodie on the road back home he told me save a line

But I didn't save a line

Bad bitch I be in her face like Maybelline

Yeah been the same since Vine

Niggas out here really acting they takin' five

Tell my college bitch meet me after class give me brain in the ride

My headie OD'd in Speedway ah my OD, ah, shit

My headie OD'd in Speedway phone ain't been the same

Bro smoking merengue pie is not a vape

If I get you food you suck dick bitch this is not a date

Boy you wearing fake ass that is not a bape

Wearing fake Gallery Department that is not okay