Counterfeit Video (MV)

Ain't hard to find out who real or fake
Just don't find out til' it's too damn late
Know I keep my glock with a switch on, yeah
If the forty get jammed, gotta switch to the K
Nigga ran when we parked need a new spray date
Know I chief like a dork, take that bitch to the face
He deserve all them bullets, yeah he had to take it
Yall got AYEEITZJAY mad because yall be on fake shit
Really heaven sent, nigga my life is amazing
Nigga getting this bread without working a day shift
They say my name loud I step up to the banquet
Lotta cake in this bitch, yeah I know how to bake shit
Know you could learn a lot if you just hang with a real nigga
Show you how to get turnt without hitting a vape pen
Get yo body count up if you hang with a real hitter
And I dance with my money, yeah I get my pape lit
Too many hoes up in the room at the same time
Bet I make sum shake
I'm just here for to f*ck you we not finna date
But I might think about it if you swing both ways
And it ain't never that deep for to hit on some chalk
Whenever we f*cking, yeah she don't talk
I ain't tryna OD I don't sniff on no salt
Yeah my nigga Krosse in a permanent bulk
Look in your wallet and count all the hundreds
Ain't as many as me and I put my life on it
She be sucking my dick and her eyes get to rolling
And I'm flipping the storage he bought it I sold it
She just want dick she don't f*ck with the roses
She just like me she don't f*ck with the romance
Hit em' in his top, leave him dead in his underpants
And I'm hitting licks with Mo yeah
I'm the number one fro-man
Got ice on my body like a muhf*ckin' snowman
Got all red on, lil nigga a Coke can
You wanna be me, cause yeah you're broke man
Got my bread on me yeah nigga for sure man
Got bread on my arm, my nigga one hundreds
When you talking bout cool shit nigga I done it
When you talk about tracks my nigga I run it
Got yo bitch in my crib and she kicking, we punting
When niggas try to be like me, they fake
I'm ice like Frosted Flakes
This shit like a piece of cake
My pants so fat they out of shape
The wock so purple it look like grape
And these niggas talking bout Mo, yeah they hating
When you talk about me and bread, yeah we dating
Got a watch on wrist, lil nigga I'm Ben 10
F*cking yo bitch now she venting
I be running on like a sentence
All I do is hit, yeah you missing
Ain't hearing me, you ain't listen
When I rap, I always just talk about hoes
That's the only thing on my brain
When you hop on the spot, the nigga hop off
So you must be lame
And I got all this loot
I must be at a lake
Big Mo so real
And these f*ck niggas be fake
(Oh)
And these f*ck niggas be fake
(Oh)
Yeah they always fake
(Woah, woah)
Just catch me pushing the rari in traffic
Niggas know I never get caught lacking
This shit get real and you niggas passive
I can't go out by releasing no ass shit
Bury his body, give a f*ck bout the ashes
Relapse off ecstasy too many times
I pick the drugs and I call up the massa
All of these bop bitches hitting my line
40 in hand, bitch why would you try it
I see balenci in Saks and I buy it
My bruddas feet down, we cause a riot
Ima real life Mechanic just look how I pry it
My niggas posted they gon' spray, gon' spray
He ain't gon' chance it like no way, no way
Block opposition like I'm playing goalie
Rollin off G6 I'm fading slowly
Really heaven sent, nigga my life is amazing
Nigga getting this bread without working a day shift
They say my name loud I step up to the banquet
Lotta cake in this bitch, yeah I know how to bake shit
Know you could learn a lot if you just hang with a real nigga
Show you how to get turnt without hitting a vape pen
Get yo body count up if you hang with a real hitter
And I dance with my money, yeah I get my pape lit