Lyrics
(Flexin' on that bitch, hol' up) yeah, no fakin'
Compact, no safety, and I'm on papers
Mm, yeah, rush them
I'm puttin' up half, dump them, nigga, fuck them (FORVEROLLING)
Wait 'til I tell Geeski
Niggas want a peace treaty, I told you they'll need me
Watch this, who they call when 'em blocks hit? Nigga, my shit
He got a rose Patek, yeah, but he not rich
Mm, yeah, flush them
They take a what? Cut them, then bust them
Mm, my nigga, I get it, they playin', watch this one
Somewhere in the Pearl, rebrand the girl
Step on the H, how much could it take?
Dependin' on the state, Kentucky like an eight
The Nash like a ten, then again
I only sent him fent', so who knows? Well, shit, 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 mama know I got us, boo, I promise
Mm, yeah, rush them
I'm puttin' up half, dump them, nigga, fuck them
Wait 'til I tell Geeski
Niggas want a peace treaty, I told you they'll need me
Watch this, who they call when them blocks hit? Nigga, my shit
He got a rose Patek, yeah, but he not rich, mm
You gon' come to me man to man about our bitch
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 this (mm)
Have your mama cryin' on the news, she want justice
I don't feel bad 'cause she sad, nigga, fuck 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, a Trump for the pardon, I'm Republican
Quarter zip of hard, me and Rob split our junkies
I don't hit a boss with the same route, I hit his flunky
And shit was kinda dry 'til I got it back bustin'
Mm, yeah, rush them
I'm puttin' up half, dump them, nigga, fuck them
Wait 'til I tell Geeski
Niggas want a peace treaty, I told you they'll need me
Watch this, who they call when them blocks hit? Nigga, my shit
He got a rose Patek, yeah, but he not rich, mm
42 Dugg & EST Gee - No Fakin
"No Fakin" is a hard-hitting collaboration between rising rap stars 42 Dugg and EST Gee, delivering raw lyrics and infectious beats that showcase their unique styles. The track has gained substantial traction in the hip-hop community, resonating with fans for its authenticity and energetic vibe. With sharp lyricism and a catchy hook, "No Fakin" embodies the gritty realities of street life while offering a glimpse into the artists' ambitions and struggles.
- Artist: 42 Dugg & EST Gee
- Lyrics/Music Author: 42 Dugg, EST Gee
- Release Year: 2021
- Style/Genre: Hip-Hop/Rap
Both 42 Dugg and EST Gee have made significant waves in the music industry, with each artist known for their compelling storytelling and distinct sound. If you enjoy "No Fakin," check out other hits like "We Not Humping" by 42 Dugg and "Lamborghini Geeski" by EST Gee, which further showcase their talent and resonate with fans of authentic hip-hop.