Guerilla Maab - F.A.N. (Fake Ass n***as) lyrics

[Hook - 2x] Fake n***as finna pay, for talking down on us In Glocks we trust, so n***as you ain't f**ing with us We dangerous, and if you wanna know who we be I ain't finna be bumping or talking, you run on up and let's see [Trae] I'm taking it to another level, talking down on Trae You must don't know about the way, these young n***as don't play I'm a Guerilla Maab gladiator, co*ked back for the plex You underestimate my sk**s, I'm finna go off like a tech With verbal a**aults that's raw, I'm breaking mics like a jaw Ain't finna be calling no laws, you finna get straight rubbed off My n***as ride for the cause, and keep they back on the wall And keep they eyes open for fake n***as, that change like draws A wolfpack black leader, while bleeding blocks with k**as You know us n***as be real, that's why the streets gon feel us From sun up to sun down, all around when we rap Them little sk**s think that you got, I be blowing it off the map Thug made affiliated, my n***as be complicated Like b**hes with menopause, so n***as get annihilated By most of the underrated, with million dolla mouth pieces A street terminology, n***a that's sick with my thug thesis [Hook - 2x] [Yung Redd] It's a fact, I got henchmens and goons That don't pack guns, that send you to the upper room Hot headed, Redd just misunderstood I'm like a mechanic, I put slugs under your hood Lock and load, Redd hit your block and explode In a van with sliding do's, boguarding the road Don't ask me how I'm doing, I'm going to say Try and play me, I'll put two in your brain That's me, running with the sparking techs Bout to rearrange your hood, like a architect Roll up real quick, and park the Vet I'm off the chain, but I ain't barking yet Day or night, we still provoke your set Leave you and your whole crew, soaking wet So anybody in the way, better hit the deck I'll twist your neck, for showing any disrespect [Hook - 2x] [D Drew] Situations thinking, you knowing your f**ed up The laws on the bis, and they running up in the cuts n***as who you trust, they ain't giving a f** For the love of the dolla, they be giving you up Now you stunt to the FED's, you got the block hot The laws on the blocks, they snapping your every shot Dead End n***as, they be keeping it locked If they ain't then who would, you be running the shop Now I'ma tell you off top yo I hit you with the rock, and I could leave you wet hoe Coming through, in the four do' Bentlo Sitting on 20's, so you know I'm blowing endo D Drew coming through, n***a wrecking verses Bringing hearses, calling nurses you on maximum finna hurt em You n***as y'all ain't feeling that, I grab the Mack And twist your hat, at the same time break your back [Hook - 4x]