Nahfr
Nigga nah for real
Imma shoot for them
Yea Mack and Preme
Yea them dawgs for real
I'm geeked up on addys
Looked at bro I passed em all the pills
I want all the smoke I can swim but I want all the seals
I'm like nah for real
Yal get jammed that ain't yo dawg fr
I just brought the block out and it's hot just like a fire drill
Clutching on that fye like you gone shoot and that shit got em killed
I'm like nah for real
You said it's love but I don't feel it's real
I'm like nah for real
That ass look fake but is them titties real?
I'm like nah for real
If I get locked up can I call you still?
I'm like nah for real
I throw up 4s I'm rich off bags for real
If I call you Bhabie I know you bad jus like Dr. Phil
And my pockets fat I got racks jus like Uncle Phil
Skrt off in that scat no looking back straight to that vaccum seal
And my word is law they gone listen to me when I talk like the Holy Grail
Hit from the back
And I did not pay her
Hit from the back first night I slayed her
Shawty kno I'm not playing
Shawty know I'm way too playa
I make a call and the pack in the mail
Dinero been getting them packs in the jail
It's coming in wrapped up tight no smell
If it's smoke with my gang then you know I inhale
Yea nah for real
Rude be toting that kel for real
He gone ride for me 4L
We rode that paddy wagon to the jail
Couldn't see my momma happy in a cell
And I'm like nah for real
I be with my dawgs for real
All of us on call for real
Shot through the coat
They like how did I hit em?
I'm on a perc maybe why I ain't feel em
I'll have some niggas go spin and go get em
I want a bitch look like Kylie Jenner
Hide yo hoe cause I'm dying to hit her
She in my close friends
And liking some pictures
She already know not to tag me in pictures
Just off the strength of the life that I'm living
P-noid I'm clutching the glizzy no kizzy
You don't even got you no glizzy you tripping
Know imma keep me a F-N like I'm fishing
Cross out yo partner like Derrick Fisher
7.62 his body tissue
You ain't coming outside is you?
Got hit in his lungs his muscles relaxed
You ain't ready to die is you? Yea
We go slide for slide I let my kind get you
(I let my kind get you)
Imma shoot for them
Yea Mack and Preme
Yea them dawgs for real
I'm geeked up on addys
Looked at bro I passed em all the pills
I want all the smoke I can swim but I want all the seals
I'm like nah for real
Yal get jammed that ain't yo dawg fr
I just brought the block out and it's hot just like a fire drill
Clutching on that fye like you gone shoot and that shit got em killed
I'm like nah for real
You said it's love but I don't feel it's real
I'm like nah for real
That ass look fake but is them titties real?
I'm like nah for real
If I get locked up can I call you still?
I'm like nah for real
I throw up 4s I'm rich off bags for real
If I call you Bhabie I know you bad jus like Dr. Phil
And my pockets fat I got racks jus like Uncle Phil
Skrt off in that scat no looking back straight to that vaccum seal
And my word is law they gone listen to me when I talk like the Holy Grail
Hit from the back
And I did not pay her
Hit from the back first night I slayed her
Shawty kno I'm not playing
Shawty know I'm way too playa
I make a call and the pack in the mail
Dinero been getting them packs in the jail
It's coming in wrapped up tight no smell
If it's smoke with my gang then you know I inhale
Yea nah for real
Rude be toting that kel for real
He gone ride for me 4L
We rode that paddy wagon to the jail
Couldn't see my momma happy in a cell
And I'm like nah for real
I be with my dawgs for real
All of us on call for real
Shot through the coat
They like how did I hit em?
I'm on a perc maybe why I ain't feel em
I'll have some niggas go spin and go get em
I want a bitch look like Kylie Jenner
Hide yo hoe cause I'm dying to hit her
She in my close friends
And liking some pictures
She already know not to tag me in pictures
Just off the strength of the life that I'm living
P-noid I'm clutching the glizzy no kizzy
You don't even got you no glizzy you tripping
Know imma keep me a F-N like I'm fishing
Cross out yo partner like Derrick Fisher
7.62 his body tissue
You ain't coming outside is you?
Got hit in his lungs his muscles relaxed
You ain't ready to die is you? Yea
We go slide for slide I let my kind get you
(I let my kind get you)
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Writer(s): Jordan Williams
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