Stop the Faking
• Written by Luh3
Luh3's Notes
beat from IssaGo
Niggas gaslighting like hop off my dick
This shit gay as fuck that shit got me sick
Heard that dissing these niggas not slick
Get caught out of bounds get hit like rick
Opps shoot at me promise its a brick
Back there in coverage caught me a pick
Hoes talm bout me they lie on me quick
Now im at home for some shit i cant fix
Niggas gaslight that shit gay as fuck
Thinking that shit cool shut the hell up
Niggas who do it same ones who duck
Quit actin tough you thinking shit funny
Broke ass boy cuz you aint getting money
Give me a drac i turn to a dummy
Niggas be scary im sick of the runnin
I look sweet on me I stay with my hunnid
Im sick of hoes tryna play me faced up
On my momma u getting flipped like a truck
You hearing switches man its too late to duck
My raps bad cuz these hos got my mind fucked
Throw on ya mask, niggas like tryna pluck
Still got them hoes ion care who got stuck
Swingin quick like Mike too close and get struck
Try to rob me, and you da one gettin bucked
Might well quit school get in this rapping
They claim bodies yall niggas be capping
These niggas be babies half of em nappin
Only 16 already got the drac clappin
I got a bad bitch, on god the boys tappin
Like gaslighting fuck nigga stop yappin
Sent yo ahh to the birds now you flappin
You niggas claiming you know ya aint havin
Yall think its weird I got beef wit the hoes
I just dont like the ones in the boro
They in the way when a nigga got duites
Tell em back up cant stand the cooties
One fucked brudda love tryna divde shit up
Move out the way pour 4 in the cup
Throwing shit back I catch it like Kupp
Stay out the mix stop sayin im put up
If you wanna diss I hope you can swim
Love shit talk get ya face left by the rims
I know niggas who knock off ya limb
This shit aint 2k can't put shit on sim
Ian droppin names but shoutout them membs
Love getting buckets ballin like jim
Quit talking shit or like a bush get trimmed
You runnin away but yo chances is slim
Feeling like Curry I put shit to bed
Thats what happen he caught two to the head
Nobody can save him not een the meds
Under that grass shoulda said what he said
You niggas be broke dissing wit no bread
Just like its football we running the spread
When we up in court you know what we pled
12 hit the lights you know that we fled
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Luh3
Member since March 8 2025