[Lyric] Fabricate (Yungblaket)

[Verse]:
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Fuck her up, ain't talking virginity
Got a school shooter that nigga name Timothy
Why you be talking on gram and ain't hitting me?
Said you be making the money, you shitting me
Like a white bitch, I love you infinity
Blaket be spitting, my nigga, you sicken me
Ride with a blick on my lap, and this bitch Imma tap, and the bro's in the trap til' the muhfuckin' end of me
Fuck it my nigga, it don't even matter
You a fake nigga, I don't want the dappers
One day you was my homie, the next you is not, so you do it again & I'm leaving with laughter
That's that fabricate shit, nigga
Go up, like my birthday, nigga
Get paid, causе' it's work day, nigga
Heard yo' tracks that a shittuh'
Woah, fuck nigga talking you got it
I dive in the dooniеs and caught it T. Lockett
You posting them tracks & I swear they is not it
H town, you hoppin'
Shut it down, 30 rounds
Making that shit & it's out of bounce
Coming now, you a clown
Do it in silence cause' I do not play around
They loving yungblaket, I'm switching the beat up
Like I'm Michael Jackson or Chris, Imma beat her
You fuck with the heat so I'm bringing it back to back to back, Logic said that heater
They lovin' my cock and they follow the leader
You ain't getting money, don't ask for a feature
They sleep on yungblake he sick like the fever, or rona, the coma we fuck in two seaters