Fake Sleep - 3200 Tre & RMC Mike ft. ["RMC Mike", "YSR Gramz"]

It ain't hitting, so I fake sleep
That lil pussy wasn't even hitting, so I

That lil pussy wasn't even hitting, so I fake sleep
Bro'll pull up, get to shooting like he KD
Stop flashing that bankroll, that lil pape' cheap
That lil nigga said he wanted smoke, I fucked his auntie

He claim he hottest in the city, boy, you can't be
I'm only dealing with a rich bitch, I feel like Tay B
Security'll wack a nigga ass, what's up, KB?
He got some drank, but he want a verse, so this ain't cheap
I'm too busy getting pape', ain't got time to lose
First time I met her, called her bitch, I know that's kinda rude
Pulled up TRX, that mean it's time to move
Street nigga, stashed a hundred racks inside my momma room

Huh, these designer shoes
The bitch I got ain't really shit, I'm always buyin' food
Huh, money always call my phone, I don't got time to snooze
Mikey told me hold my wrist up, this that Obama dude
Huh, you wanna get rid of a body, use embalming fluid
If I can't find a nigga that I want, I put his momma through it
This one 'bout to pay the bills, I can't get tired of music
I really don't got shit to do, it's always time to do it
Hm, clip on this bitch long as hell, I can lean on it
The dope I got came strong as fuck, I'm in here beating on it
Hm, I like the way her coochie look, I'm always eating on it
Huh, soon as I'm done, I go to sleep, I put my thing on her

These .57's stung his ass, I put some B's on him
We took his ass up to the sky, put some wings on him
This dope didn't come with the stamp, it's Lord of The Rings on it
I ain't even have to shoot that nigga, I put some fiends on him
Couldn't've done it by myself, I put the team on it
Ain't nobody made it out the L, I just seen closer
Mariah Carey on the dick, I make her sing on it

I put a dot on his head, I got a beam on it
You gotta hold the Drac like this, I got a mean shoulder
Bro so high off the pills, he keep leaning over
If you ain't tryna give that pussy up, then you ain't coming over
He ain't have that backend for us, beat up the club promoter

.57 coming fast as hell, knocked the couple over
86 money on the roochies with a bunch of motor
I don't like that bitch, her pussy stink, had a bunch of odor
50 on the Glock, that A.R.P. got a hunnid' on it
Hm, I can shoot for days
Pulll up on a block, air it out, I'm not Super Ray
Still in the streets, drop another opp and then I move away
Ain't going back and forth with oldheads, these niggas oot and ye

I sware to god I love my auntie, she get a script a day
Smoke a nigga like a Backwood, he get blew away
I'm tryna make another hunnid' K, I'm like a dub away
If I see a nigga I'on like, I'ma mush his face

Hm, wasn't nobody steppin' up, so I just took the play
Hm, nobody handed me no food, I went and took a plate
Hm, this bitch a shoot around the corner, this a crooked 'K
I usually be calm, but I'm feeling like a crook today
Huh, my nigga Ri finna get out, I hear the helicopter
Hm, me and Mike got two fifths, y'all be sharing bottles
Hm, money is not everything, I don't care about it
The Drac' done became a part of me, can't go nowhere without it