Phake Luv Lyrics

I don't want your fake love

I don't want that fake shit

Fuck up out my way

Get the fuck up out my way bitch

If you want to say stuff

If you wanna say shit

Then say it to my face

Come and say it to my mother fucking face ay

I don't want your fake love

I don't want that fake shit

Fuck up out my way

Get the fuck up out my way bitch

If you want to say stuff

If you wanna say shit

Then say it to my face

Come and say it to my mother fucking face ay

Keep that surface level talk

Tucked behind your lips

If it ain't bout making money

You can keep them zipped

Wasting time

Hoping that you benefit

But you lying to yourself

Boy I know you ain't legit

Yea yea I can tell

Never around when I take an L

Holding it down and do it myself

Molding my sound

With eyes on the wealth

Controlling the crowd

Applying the stealth

Rolling that loud

The size of an elf

I float in the clouds

And open up Hell

You're the people

That I try to repel uh

I hunt with the lions

While you running with gazelle

On the grind and taking over

You just hunting for some help

Hit my line when you need coca

But don't ask me if I'm well

So turn to lines in my notebook

Intertwined up in my spell

You on that funny shit

And I don't mean Chapelle

You tell me to my music

But won't listen till it sells yea

So fuck you

And anybody that's with twelve

On a mission to excel

You a bitch and I can tell

I don't want your fake love

I don't want that fake shit

Fuck up out my way

Get the fuck up out my way bitch

If you want to say stuff

If you wanna say shit

Then say it to my face

Come and say it to my mother fucking face ay

I don't want your fake love

I don't want that fake shit

Fuck up out my way

Get the fuck up out my way bitch

If you want to say stuff

If you wanna say shit

Then say it to my face

Come and say it to my mother fucking face ay

If you ain't creative

Then you ain't up with my clique

Bitch I'm aiming at your brain

With wicked flame to get you split

In a lane to me rich

You're just lame

And ain't mentioned

It took some pain to get this lit

You should pay some attention

Everyday a different flavor

Getting faded and lifted

I can't wait to tell momma

I made it all independent

Pitching commas to pay homage

Now you back in the picture

That's just comedy I'm not with

Cause I'm honestly sick of

All the drama that's your pitching

Bitch I'm off of the richter

You just off of your rocker

From all the bottles of liquor

Your the target I pick on

Cause all your talking is fickle

And if you come with that shit

Then you getting caught in a pickle

It's Storman on them

Boy your drip is a trickle

What I spit is a gift

I got them addicted like crystal

When I'm griping a pencil

You getting hit with the missiles

Because you fake as a bitch

So I just say

R.I.P. never miss you

I don't want your fake love

I don't want that fake shit

Fuck up out my way

Get the fuck up out my way bitch

If you want to say stuff

If you wanna say shit

Then say it to my face

Come and say it to my mother fucking face ay

I don't want your fake love

I don't want that fake shit

Fuck up out my way

Get the fuck up out my way bitch

If you want to say stuff

If you wanna say shit

Then say it to my face

Come and say it to my mother fucking face ay