Guerilla Maab - F.a.n. (Fake Ass Niggas) lyrics

(feat. D Drew, Yung Redd)

[Hook x2]

Fake niggas finna pay, for talking down on us

In glocks we trust, so niggas you ain't fucking 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 niggas don't play

I'm a Guerilla Maab gladiator, cocked back for the plex

You underestimate my skills, I'm finna go off like a tech

With verbal assaults that's raw, I'm breaking mics like a jaw

Ain't finna be calling no laws, you finna get straight rubbed off

My niggas ride for the cause, and keep they back on the wall

And keep they eyes open for fake niggas, that change like draws

A wolfpack black leader, while bleeding blocks with killas

You know us niggas be real, that's why the streets gon feel us

From sun up to sun down, all around when we rap

Them little skills think that you got, I be blowing it off the map

Thug made affiliated, my niggas be complicated

Like bitches with menopause, so niggas get annihilated

By most of the underrated, with million dolla mouth pieces

A street terminology, nigga that's sick with my thug thesis

[Hook x2]

[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 x2]

[D Drew]

Situations thinking, you knowing your fucked up

The laws on the bis, and they running up in the cuts

Niggas who you trust, they ain't giving a fuck

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 niggas, 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, nigga wrecking verses

Bringing hearses, calling nurses you on maximum finna hurt em

You niggas y'all ain't feeling that, I grab the Mack

And twist your hat, at the same time break your back

[Hook x4]