Grammy (feat. 42 Dugg) - Smiley

Fake love, fake love Fake love, fake love Fake love, fake love, ooh Fake love Fake love, fake love Fake love, fake love Even my family don't understand me Even my homies still don't got a plan B Leaching off my energy (energy) We was friends (friends) but now we're enemies (enemies) Now we're coming to an end of negativity And let's not pretend you kept it real with me I been solo dolo (dolo) Tryna watch how I move, I knew you so, oh Like, "How's your shits?", what you say I listen to you everyday Fake love, fake love Fake love, fake love Even my family don't understand me Even my homies still don't got a plan B Your love never meant that much to me I don't even know how you fuck for me Used to have my task bar Yeah, bitch, don't fuck up, I wish you South Bucks Real nigga from the east, main bitch smart So I'ma pay for her boots, she don't want a car Hold it down for me, maybe I'll change one day Before I let her, might try it one day Back then we was friends, I was straight on you Real recognize real, I'ma wait for you Bitches follow me up first, us against the world All 'em times you was callin', I was with a girl I know it broke your heart to see me with another bitch Then you had a baby, keep it real, I was sick You was raised on the seven, I was raised on the six Rich forever, free them boys Fake love, fake love Fake love, fake love Even my family don't understand me Even my homies still don't got a plan B Fake love, fake love Fake love, fake love Even my family (family) don't understand me (understand me) Even my homies (homies) still don't got a plan B (plan B)

Ah-ah, Big Latto Yeah, yeah Hitmaka (Skip got the bounce, it go crazy) They all be fly, ain't shit like them (yeah) Drop racks on fabric, I don't sit like them (yeah) Beat a bitch in front of her mama and baby These hands go crazy, make a bitch act dumb All white when I come through (huh?) Caught her at the light, hit the bitch with the one-two Your nigga ain't hard, fuck around and catch one too (yeah) Real big stepper, crime scene taped up, real big letters, yeah Jumped off the porch to a Porsche with them horses (skrrt) Don't get extorted, bitch, I do extortion Drip on a bitch, all my diamonds assorted (ice) My pussy expensive, boy, you can't afford it (uh) Young and I'm bad, I'm saditty and pretty (pretty) And I get active, I make a hoe feel it (baddie) Glock in my panty, don't make me go get it (uh) Nasty, he tryna fuck on my period (ooh) Off top, man, them hoes ain't never on that Them hoes ain't never on that Off top, man, them hoes ain't never on that Make a nigga look back, ain't never gon' front Off top, man, them hoes ain't never on that Them hoes ain't never on that Off top, man, them hoes ain't never on that Make a nigga look back, ain't never gon' front Never tell a hoe nothin', keep shit to myself 39, cryin' hundreds, 500 my belt Never needed no help to shit on you Loyalty over royalty, I been on it Pack ever come back light, we spinnin' Nigga steady hittin' my pints, he finished Back in the day we'd tear through stitching Now every night, turn niggas to bitches I don't like pictures, fuck you mean Baddie in the west but you from the south Come and fuck with me, I'm up from the beans I fuck with weed and a lil' bit of coke Real dope boy, spend five on coats I used to sell soap to them boys in the feds Hooked on Wock', still lookin' for the red 45 Glock, big 3-0 25 hundred, tryna fuck the CEO Better not play with my team, know this shit get turnt Please no fire, lil' bitch, I'm hurt Bustin' the wire, hoe know I got 30s Please, freeze Off top, man, them hoes ain't never on that Them hoes ain't never on that Off top, man, them hoes ain't never on that Make a nigga look back, ain't never gon' front Off top, man, them hoes ain't never on that Make a nigga look back, ain't never gon' front

And you was supposed to hold me down I wish I could see your smile All that other shit don't mean nothin', I came from hustlin' And I still remember all the advice you ever gave me How the fuck you goin' down when I was 18? Wrong, you was wrong about a lot of shit I'm on my own, I'm on my own but I'll never quit I'm doin' good, double up and brin' it to the hood, this shit for us Tell me how the fuck is it for us if I'm alone? Still remember cryin' on the phone, me and Rece I forever got your kid, my nigga, 'til we even I swear I wanna quit, but bro, I gotta keep goin' They ain't got my back out here, I swear it's somethin' I know Probably be happier to hear I'm goin' broke I know for a fact, a couple million on a home My head down, but shit been lookin' up for a minute You always with your nigga, but you in love with me Them cars paid and your house, boo you can chill now, yeah A hundred thousand ain't shit, I got them M's now, yeah I never committed fraud Five hundred cash, blow it all to see my dawg Finally, in my bag, niggas prayin' on me to fall If it weren't for this rap shit, I'd still be sellin' raw I know you notice progression We fell out 'cause you was messy Them killers know I been steppin' since a young nigga Still that one nigga Granny's still cryin' And my momma still- And you was supposed to hold me down I wish I could see your smile All that other shit don't mean nothin', I came from hustlin' And I still remember all the advice you ever gave me How the fuck you goin' down when I was 18? Wrong, you was wrong about a lot of shit I'm on my own, I'm on my own but I'll never quit I'm doin' good, double up and brin' it to the hood, this shit for us Tell me how the fuck is it for us if I'm alone? I've been judged twive Losin' 4-5 niggas in one summer, that ain't nothin' nice (that ain't nothin' nice) Blamed for bodies, funeral home packed, but I only hugged twice (yeah) Smellin' blood comin' from his body, that ain't nothin' nice (that ain't nothin' nice) Heard you move with killers that you love turned to a fuckin' mice (let's get it) Love me like I love you, bro (love me like I love you) Love me like you love these hoes (love me like you loves these hoes) Love don't last and it even show They show they hand, they trade for sure I helped when you was at your lowest It seem like you ain't wanna grow (you ain't wanna grow) We in tune with the world, you still ain't seem to make a show (yea-yeah) I send mail to the jail, they sent it back Said, "Gang signs was scratched out", they gave us hell And ain't wanna take two years, I can imagine you with an L (L) How you feel? Give me chills See I'm rappin, but I'm for real, yeah-yeah We gon' get back, so if you see us, you better get back Click, click-clack, his shit splat Street nigga forever, I'm with whatever, come with that Niggas dyin' if they with that, let's get it Granny's still cryin' And my momma still- And you was supposed to hold me down I wish I could see your smile All that other shit don't mean nothin', I came from hustlin' And I still remember all the advice you ever gave me How the fuck you goin' down when I was 18? Wrong, you was wrong about a lot of shit I'm on my own, I'm on my own but I'll never quit I'm doin' good, double up and brin' it to the hood, this shit for us Tell me how the fuck is it for us if I'm alone?