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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
2 Chainz
2 Chainz
Vocals
T.R.U.
T.R.U.
Performer
Hott LockedN
Hott LockedN
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Isaiah Syncere Jackson
Isaiah Syncere Jackson
Songwriter
Little Randolph Barber Jr.
Little Randolph Barber Jr.
Songwriter
Tauheed Epps
Tauheed Epps
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Narquise
Narquise
Producer
Glenn Schick
Glenn Schick
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
T.R.U. shit
No bullshit
Street shit
No cheap shit (Ayy, who the fuck is Narquise?)
Hott, talk to 'em
[Chorus]
All that fake beef, fake beef, fake smoke, lil' ****
Fake beef, fake beef, fake smoke, lil' ****
Fake beef, fake beef, fake smoke, lil' ****
All that fake beef, fake beef, fake smoke, lil' **** (Duh, duh)
[Verse 1]
We got a lot of sticks, **** (Sticks, ****)
Pull up on your block, make that bitch hit, **** (Grrah)
Fifty round drum on this fuckin' stick, **** (Stick, stick, stick)
Pull up on your block and make a **** strip
I got nothin' but some hollows in this fuckin' clip (Baow), yeah
**** seen this fire and then he tried to dip (Dip)
We gon' pull up at your mama's house and let it rip (Rip)
Like Fourth of July, ****, we gon' light up the sky (Sky)
Like forties and nines, ****, we totin' on nines (Nine)
I'm high as a flight, **** (Flight), I just took a flight
****, you aren't a lion, **** (What, ****?), you a rat, you a mice
I heard that you droppin' a dime, **** (Dime, ****), we takin' your life
I gotta let you know, ****
All them internet posts, boy, you really a ho, ****
It ain't my fault you mad you woke up broke, ****
It ain't my fault you mad you wearin' the same clothes, ****
And they your ho's, ****
Hot box, used to ride 'em to the Shoals, ****
Might wipe your nose, ooh, been had that shit gold, lil' ****
And I'm ridin' with blow (Ridin' with blow), got bags for the low, lil' ****
All that fake beef, fake beef, fake smoke, lil' ****
[Chorus]
All that fake beef, fake beef, fake smoke, lil' ****
Fake beef, fake beef, fake smoke, lil' ****
Fake beef, fake beef, fake smoke, lil' ****
All that fake beef, fake beef, fake smoke, lil' **** (Tony)
[Verse 2]
Ain't with all the cap on the 'Gram, that's that weird shit (Weird shit)
That's why I moved out to the woods, I can see deer and shit (Deer)
I got a stick on top a stick next to an FN, shawty (Fire)
Soon as they see me, they say, "Just playin', shawty" (Playin')
Shout out Ben Franklin, that's my best man, shawty (Best man, shawty)
Changed the whip black, it look like suntan on it (Suntan on it)
Pray I don't get pulled over, I got a life sentence in it (Life)
Used to be addicted to them light-skinned strippers (Light)
Then I had to switch (Switch), you real? I'm really rich
Told 'em folks, "You dig?" Then I showed them folks a ditch
I stay in my bag, bitch, let's go on a trip (Trip)
Cartier frame, four clover, Lil' Flip
[Chorus]
All that fake beef, fake beef, fake smoke, lil' ****
Fake beef, fake beef, fake smoke, lil' ****
Fake beef, fake beef, fake smoke, lil' ****
All that fake beef, fake beef, fake smoke, lil' **** (Duh, duh)
[Outro]
T.R.U. shit
Written by: Hott LockedN, Isaiah Syncere Jackson, Little Randolph Barber Jr., Tauheed Epps
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