Fibs Lyrics

These hoes be smelling like the barrio

These rappers be smelling like fibs

These hoes be smelling like the barrio

These rappers be smelling like fibs

Yo

Rappers be smelling like the fibs they tell

Full of shit with they fake ass accomplishments

Hell naw you ain't sell that many records out of your trunk

I don't give half a fuck about your fake ass Spotify numbers

That's not how you bought that chain

You been living with mom and dad doing they laundry

KD's mom ain't got nothing on the real MVP

Which is the CPU that you use to regenerate hits, plays and views

I can't excuse it

Y'all motherfuckers try so hard to make hit records

And then come up with excuses as to why that shit ain't go down

These hoes be smelling like the barrio

These rappers be smelling like fibs

These hoes be smelling like the barrio (The fucking barrio)

These rappers be smelling like fibs

Yo

Y'all smell like fibs

Why? Because you lie

Year-round, July to July (Fibbies)

Look in my motherfucking eye

You see, your insecurities are a reflection of the impurity of your soul

But rock & roll wasn't built on fictional shows, burner accounts and blow-up dolls

Modern day poets would rather pat themselves on the back

Than collect actual dap

These hoes be smelling like the barrio

These rappers be smelling like fibs

These hoes be smelling like the barrio

These rappers be smelling like fibs

These hoes be smelling like the barrio

These rappers be smelling like fibs

These hoes be smelling like the barrio

These rappers be smelling like fibs