Slim 400 – Fake Shit Lyrics (feat. Lil Blood & J Stalin)

[Intro: J. Stalin]
(Ayy, ayy, you gotta keep that in the beginning)
(Ayy, ayy)
Gotta let fake niggas do fake shit (Fake shit)
So we can separate shit
Gotta let the fake niggas do they fake shit (Fake shit)
So we can separate shit

[Chorus: J. Stalin]
Gotta let fake niggas do fake shit (Shit)
So we can separate shit
And we can see the real niggas from the fake shit (Shit)
See the real niggas from the fake shit
Gotta let fake niggas do fake shit (Shit)
So we can separate shit
And we can see the real niggas from thе fake shit (Hold up, hold up, ake shit)
We can see thе real bitches from the fake bitches

[Verse 1: Slim 400]
Blassic, niggas told you I was blassic
Wallabees and Kangol on the kids, yeah, we're magic
Study every night, drinking Hennessy in my habit
Chuckin' up four hundred, blewin' up, I'm in the score
f*ck quarantine, get the snow through the bows
f*ck quarantine, get the money through a store
Real play the fake 'til the fake don't know
Classic, bitch, thugged out, Pac shit, go
I say, "Gang," let 'em think, let 'em drink (Woo)
Money be the evil, turn fake bitch fake (Hold up, goddamnit)
Ayy, don't let 'em play you man, you stay true
Ooh, they artificial, they ain't got a clue (Ice Wata)
[Chorus: J. Stalin]
Gotta let fake niggas do fake shit (Shit)
So we can separate shit
And we can see the real niggas from the fake shit (Shit)

See the real niggas from the fake shit
Gotta let fake niggas do fake shit (Shit)
So we can separate shit (Hey, Slim, what it is, nigga?)
And we can see the real niggas from the fake shit (It's Lil Blood, fake shit)
We can see the real bitches from the fake bitches (I got you, brother, uh)

[Verse 2: Lil Blood]
How you my brother but you let them niggas speak on me? (Damn)
You heard them niggas plottin' like they finna creep on me, uh
Keep it on me, nigga, I'm a stepper (Stepper)
I break a bitch and put her back together (Facts)
Glock 45 under my sweater, Glock 45 for you haters
f*cked up my brother, turned into a traitor (Damn)
Dre, he was my dawg, but we don't kick it no more
He smokin' weed with the opps like we ain't trippin' no more
My bitch told me I'm a dog and she don't love me no more
I fell for a Twitter bitch, yeah, I'm in love with a ho (Sheesh)
Gotta let the fake niggas do fake shit
So we can separate shit

[Chorus: J. Stalin]
Gotta let fake niggas do fake shit (Shit)
So we can separate shit
And we can see the real niggas from the fake shit (Shit)
See the real niggas from the fake shit
Gotta let fake niggas do fake shit (Shit)
So we can separate shit
And we can see the real niggas from the fake shit (Fake shit)
We can see the real bitches from the fake bitches