Songwriter: Lil Skies
Producer: Chris Swanks
[Intro]
Ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah
Oh my god, Chris Swanks made this
Ayy, yeah
Ayy, I don't have no time for that fake shit
That's my brother, I won't ever give a statement
Now I got clout, these bitches like me like I'm, ayy
Now I got clout, these bitches love me like I'm (Yeah, that's why nigga)
[Chorus]
I don't have no time for that fake shit
That's my brother, I won't ever give a statement
Now I got clout, these bitches love me like I'm famous
This for my family, so I had to make some changes
I drop the top she gave me top until she brainless
Yeah, nigga, I'm just tryna make it
But if I have to, we can take it to the basics
These niggas bitches mad 'cause I ain't on the same shit
Act like you know me, you so phony, stop that fake shit (Fake shit)
[Verse 1]
Damn, ah, here we go again, it's Lil Skies with the win, my opps tryna be my friends
People fakin' love, I don't need love, if the love gon' be pretend
You a fifty nigga, never with me nigga, why you out here claiming you my mans?
And my bro got a pop off the rip, I told Stanley pull up with the stick
On my soul, I won't fall for no bitch, and I still ride or die for my clique, damn
I got these hoes doin' tricks, and it's funny I came up from shit
Made like 20, don't pass an assist, they be jealous, I know what it is (Bro)
I just turned nothin' to somethin', now I get the cash in abundance
I put the dick in her stomach, and she look at my face, and she lovin'
Nigga, I get the work and I'm runnin', fuck nigga, you know how I'm comin'
Wear rubber, pull out when I'm dumpin', get my nut then I roll me an onion
I'm turnin up at the function, I got these hoes goin' crazy
I come in clutch like Brady, I want M&M's, no shady, put in work, goin overtime, yeah I need it all, no debatin' (And that's why nigga)
[Chorus]
I don't have no time for that fake shit
That's my brother, I won't ever give a statement
Now I got clout, these bitches love me like I'm famous
This for my family, so I had to make some changes
I drop the top she gave me top until she brainless
Yeah, nigga, I'm just tryna make it
But if I have to, we can take it to the basics
These niggas bitches mad 'cause I ain't on the same shit
Act like you know me, you so phony, stop that fake shit (Fake shit)
[Verse 2]
I, was lookin' back at my life, I had to realize, that these people tell lies
I was comin' for the win while you were satisfied with ties
I ain't ever goin' in, never scared to fail, ride for this life
Yeah, we gon' touch the sky, my hands on her thighs, yeah
Yeah, she wanna get high, wanna take flights, on this side, yeah
I pull up with my team, I ball out like curreen, got a double cup of that lean, wood ashes all on my jeans, yeah
Ayy, but pick it in my coupe, send shots out my roof (Roof), smoke pounds of that boof (That boof)
Why you lookin' spooked? (Oh nah), don't speak if it ain't truth (Oh nah)
Just watch me make these moves (These moves), don't got no time to snooze (Oh nah)
[Bridge]
(Ayy, I don't have no time for that fake shit
Nigga, I don't have no time for that fake shit
Nigga, I don't have no time for that, ayy)
[Chorus]
I don't have no time for that fake shit
That's my brother, I won't ever give a statement
Now I got clout, these bitches love me like I'm famous
This for my family, so I had to make some changes
I drop the top she gave me top until she brainless
Yeah, nigga, I'm just tryna make it
But if I have to, we can take it to the basics
These niggas bitches mad 'cause I ain't on the same shit
Act like you know me, you so phony, stop that fake shit (Fake shit)
Ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah
Oh my god, Chris Swanks made this
Ayy, yeah
Ayy, I don't have no time for that fake shit
That's my brother, I won't ever give a statement
Now I got clout, these bitches like me like I'm, ayy
Now I got clout, these bitches love me like I'm (Yeah, that's why nigga)
[Chorus]
I don't have no time for that fake shit
That's my brother, I won't ever give a statement
Now I got clout, these bitches love me like I'm famous
This for my family, so I had to make some changes
I drop the top she gave me top until she brainless
Yeah, nigga, I'm just tryna make it
But if I have to, we can take it to the basics
These niggas bitches mad 'cause I ain't on the same shit
Act like you know me, you so phony, stop that fake shit (Fake shit)
[Verse 1]
Damn, ah, here we go again, it's Lil Skies with the win, my opps tryna be my friends
People fakin' love, I don't need love, if the love gon' be pretend
You a fifty nigga, never with me nigga, why you out here claiming you my mans?
And my bro got a pop off the rip, I told Stanley pull up with the stick
On my soul, I won't fall for no bitch, and I still ride or die for my clique, damn
I got these hoes doin' tricks, and it's funny I came up from shit
Made like 20, don't pass an assist, they be jealous, I know what it is (Bro)
I just turned nothin' to somethin', now I get the cash in abundance
I put the dick in her stomach, and she look at my face, and she lovin'
Nigga, I get the work and I'm runnin', fuck nigga, you know how I'm comin'
Wear rubber, pull out when I'm dumpin', get my nut then I roll me an onion
I'm turnin up at the function, I got these hoes goin' crazy
I come in clutch like Brady, I want M&M's, no shady, put in work, goin overtime, yeah I need it all, no debatin' (And that's why nigga)
[Chorus]
I don't have no time for that fake shit
That's my brother, I won't ever give a statement
Now I got clout, these bitches love me like I'm famous
This for my family, so I had to make some changes
I drop the top she gave me top until she brainless
Yeah, nigga, I'm just tryna make it
But if I have to, we can take it to the basics
These niggas bitches mad 'cause I ain't on the same shit
Act like you know me, you so phony, stop that fake shit (Fake shit)
[Verse 2]
I, was lookin' back at my life, I had to realize, that these people tell lies
I was comin' for the win while you were satisfied with ties
I ain't ever goin' in, never scared to fail, ride for this life
Yeah, we gon' touch the sky, my hands on her thighs, yeah
Yeah, she wanna get high, wanna take flights, on this side, yeah
I pull up with my team, I ball out like curreen, got a double cup of that lean, wood ashes all on my jeans, yeah
Ayy, but pick it in my coupe, send shots out my roof (Roof), smoke pounds of that boof (That boof)
Why you lookin' spooked? (Oh nah), don't speak if it ain't truth (Oh nah)
Just watch me make these moves (These moves), don't got no time to snooze (Oh nah)
[Bridge]
(Ayy, I don't have no time for that fake shit
Nigga, I don't have no time for that fake shit
Nigga, I don't have no time for that, ayy)
[Chorus]
I don't have no time for that fake shit
That's my brother, I won't ever give a statement
Now I got clout, these bitches love me like I'm famous
This for my family, so I had to make some changes
I drop the top she gave me top until she brainless
Yeah, nigga, I'm just tryna make it
But if I have to, we can take it to the basics
These niggas bitches mad 'cause I ain't on the same shit
Act like you know me, you so phony, stop that fake shit (Fake shit)
more tracks from the album
Unreleased Songs
- Feel It*
- Run It Back
- Need Some Space*
- Runts*
- Pull Up
- That’s My Word*
- Opp in the Blunt*
- Opp Huntin*
- My Baby
- Music N Pain*
- Mary K
- Swerving
- Johnny Dang
- Style
- Neighborhood Playboi
- Beat The Case*
- A Couple Dollas*
- Thor*
- Westside*
- Fake Smiles (Famous)*
- Ball Everyday*
- Expensive (Master V2)
- Money Up
- Let’s Be Honest
- Never Sober*
- Elevate
- Freezin’ (Ice Water)
- Moving
- Perfect Groove
- Kill
- Nowhere to Go
- In A Minute (Remix)
- Assume*
- No Fux
- Basics
- Faithful*
- Nobody
- Demons and Angels (Demo)
From the album