Fake Bitches (feat. ENJAY)

Aight

This song is dedicated to all the people that never believed in us

Fuck all of you, fuck everybody

Fuck the people that come to the gigs

Try to be VIP and shit

Three gigs, two months, that's a full house

Everybody in the club got more fans than Mickey Mouse

When I started my journey, none of you bitches fucked with me

Now all of you bitches are calling, asking VIP

Criticizing my music, trying to tell me how to do better

Well, I'd like to see you try to do what I do, but you could never

When I hop on my stage, I'm fucking hot like a sweater

If you step on my stage, you'll be a D1 Bedwetter

Fake fan, news flash

Said I don't fuck with your ass

Trying to convince me with your cash

Oh, you didn't believe in me?

Bitch, take a look at me now

I can see that you're mad

Looking up at me from the ground

Remember in high school when you would convince I peaked?

Back when I was hustling

And all your shit was getting leaked

Strutting around with all your hussies

Telling me I should just give up

Looking like a flat tire my shit fits like a glove

I'm sick of all of you, all of you Fake bitches

Evil condescending, two-faced, dumb snitches

Leave me the fuck alone. Now I know your true colours

Used to trust you hoes, now I only trust my brothers

I'm sick of all of you, all of you. Can't touch me

Dry humping my leg, praying one day you'll rise above me

I see you in the crowd, screaming, crying that you love me

Nothing can ever mask your fake bitch jealousy

Now let me tell a story about this guy from a different city

I won't tell you his name but hint it rhymes with Melissi

Made fun of us when we first started DJing

Told us we are wasting time, the fuck were you saying

Your time is worth nothing, therefore you can't waste it

Hit up your mama, she can tell you how it tasted

No one likes you hoe, no one cares, just face it

Never needed advice from you, not one bit

Telling me how to do my shit bitch, the fuck are you saying?

I'll pull up on your ass get on your knees, stop praying

I know they might hurt from giving out shitty head

Mama told me to kill the ones who told me that I can't make it

I'm sick of all of you, all of you. Fake bitches

Evil condescending two-faced, dumb snitches

Leave me the fuck alone Now I know your true colours

Used to trust you hoes now I only trust my brothers

I'm sick of all of you, all of you Fake bitches

Evil condescending, two-faced, dumb snitches

Leave me the fuck alone. Now I know your true colors

Used to trust you hoes, now I only trust my brothers