No Fakin Lyrics – 42 Dugg, EST Gee

Read the full No Fakin lyrics by 42 Dugg and EST Gee from the album Part 3 along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy 42 Dugg's music, you can also explore Still On Dat and Thick One, two other songs by 42 Dugg.

[Intro: 42 Dugg]
(Flexing on that b!tch, hold up)
Yeah, no faking, compact, no safety and I'm on papers

[Chorus: 42 Dugg]
Mmm, yeah, rush them
I'm putting up half, dump them, n!gga, fu*k them (FORVEROLLING)
Wait 'til I tell Geeski
N!ggas want a peace treaty, I told you they'll need me
Watch this, who they call when them blocks hit? N!gga, my s*it
He got a rose Patek, yeah, but he not rich

[Verse 1: 42 Dugg]
Mmm, yeah, flush them
They take a what? Cut them, then bust them
Mmm, my n!gga, I get it, they playing, watch this one
Somewhere in the Pearl, re-brand the girl
Step on the H, how much could it take?
Dеpending on the state, Kеntucky like an eight
The Nash like a ten, then again
I only sent him fent', so who knows? Well, s*it, it might be
It's time to get a new phone
Love when I re, big bruh, the blues gone
Love when I re— nephew, the food gone
Still ain't never heard Doggy bone, the juice slow
Get it on me, baby, I can put some C's on you
We got 'za's and that's only to the weed smokers
My momma know I got us, boo, I promise

[Chorus: 42 Dugg]
Mmm, yeah, rush them
I'm putting up half, dump them, n!gga, fu*k them
Wait 'til I tell Geeski
N!ggas want a peace treaty, I told you they'll need me
Watch this, who they call when them blocks hit? N!gga, my s*it
He got a rose Patek, yeah, but he not rich
Mmm

[Verse 2: EST Gee & 42 Dugg]
You gon' come to me man to man about our b!tch
They got it lit for a summer, ain't been popped since
We ain't that deep, but still my whole team top picks
They think he dumb, but he can 3D print a Glock switch (Yeah, mm)
Lil Sker can't buy tobacco yet and he still'll knock bricks
I got him smacked, the only thing happened back, I got dissed (Mm)
Have your momma crying on the news, she want justice
I don't feel bad 'cause she sad, n!gga, fu*k him
Thousand-eight grams in that bag, this for unc' and 'nem (Uh)
Group FaceTime from the feds, free big bruh and them (Mm)
Quarter large to Trump for the pardon, I'm Republican
Quarter zip of hard, me and Rob split our junkies
I done hit a boss with the same route I hit his flunky
And s*it was kinda dry 'til I got it back busting

[Chorus: 42 Dugg]
Mm, yeah, rush them
I'm putting up half, dump them, n!gga, fu*k them
Wait 'til I tell Geeski
N!ggas want a peace treaty, I told you they'll need me
Watch this, who they call when them blocks hit? N!gga, my s*it
He got a rose Patek, yeah, but he not rich
Mmm