Forreal (feat. Lil Yachty)
Uh, uh
A nigga ain't had to tell me shit, knew to get off my ass and get it
Up on that block, I'm security, one year later, I'ma up a million
She started actin' rowdy, she seen a youngin gettin' it
It's steps to it, start her off on a seven, now she on a-, uh
What's up with that motion? Sippin' on potion, niggas know how I live
Yeah, go full throttle off that pill, I might miss my meal
Geekin' until the weekend, I done jumped off that hill
I might die for my dog for real (uh)
Dirt bike tricks on top of the dick, this girl got skills for real
She caught feelings when I told her what it ain't and is
You my bitch, but you ain't, uh, that's just what it is
She started lovin' me more when I told this bitch how I accept the kids
Skippin' down that brick road tryna meet the Wiz' (go)
Fuckin' up my fist tryna punch a BIN (yeah)
Duckin', was on his house like a morning hen
I been spendin' M's tryna prove a point (okay)
Don't fuck up your face, talkin' to them oinks (okay)
Heard you threw out all your morals sittin' in the joint (okay)
Uh, I get bitches moist, all these niggas pussy
Runnin' in his shit when he wasn't lookin'
Huh, he wanna talk shit, now his life is tooken
Take me to the county, I'm bondin' out, I won't pass the bookings
Uh, 400K in blues, they callin' me Tookie
We been playin' with pape' for years, these niggas rookies
I count up so much cheese, got my palms hurtin'
She eat dick for real, I pay her for that tongue work
Spent 3K on my jeans for every concert
Black & Milds got me rich, but my lungs hurt
Put 16 carats up in my teeth and now my gums hurt (ice)
All that tough talkin' online, don't think they guns work (bet)
They can't make a percent of my n-n-n-net, I'm steppin' through all of your ends (step)
Breakin' a bitch in the Benz, holding my pants up, grippin' my fin (okay)
Told 'em I wanted to rap right now, but a hot boy, pull up and spin (frrt)
Buddy don't got enough money to start up a war, take it right on the chin (okay)
Niggas be thinkin' it's sweet how I came out, if I need it, I'm standin' on ten (mm)
YTB, C-R-E-T-E pull up in two black Benzes
It's us
A nigga ain't had to tell me shit, knew to get off my ass and get it
Up on that block, I'm security, one year later, I'ma up a million
She started actin' rowdy, she seen a youngin gettin' it
It's steps to it, start her off on a seven, now she on a-, uh
What's up with that motion? Sippin' on potion, niggas know how I live
Yeah, go full throttle off that pill, I might miss my meal
Geekin' until the weekend, I done jumped off that hill
I might die for my dog for real (uh)
Dirt bike tricks on top of the dick, this girl got skills for real
She caught feelings when I told her what it ain't and is
You my bitch, but you ain't, uh, that's just what it is
She started lovin' me more when I told this bitch how I accept the kids
Skippin' down that brick road tryna meet the Wiz' (go)
Fuckin' up my fist tryna punch a BIN (yeah)
Duckin', was on his house like a morning hen
I been spendin' M's tryna prove a point (okay)
Don't fuck up your face, talkin' to them oinks (okay)
Heard you threw out all your morals sittin' in the joint (okay)
Uh, I get bitches moist, all these niggas pussy
Runnin' in his shit when he wasn't lookin'
Huh, he wanna talk shit, now his life is tooken
Take me to the county, I'm bondin' out, I won't pass the bookings
Uh, 400K in blues, they callin' me Tookie
We been playin' with pape' for years, these niggas rookies
I count up so much cheese, got my palms hurtin'
She eat dick for real, I pay her for that tongue work
Spent 3K on my jeans for every concert
Black & Milds got me rich, but my lungs hurt
Put 16 carats up in my teeth and now my gums hurt (ice)
All that tough talkin' online, don't think they guns work (bet)
They can't make a percent of my n-n-n-net, I'm steppin' through all of your ends (step)
Breakin' a bitch in the Benz, holding my pants up, grippin' my fin (okay)
Told 'em I wanted to rap right now, but a hot boy, pull up and spin (frrt)
Buddy don't got enough money to start up a war, take it right on the chin (okay)
Niggas be thinkin' it's sweet how I came out, if I need it, I'm standin' on ten (mm)
YTB, C-R-E-T-E pull up in two black Benzes
It's us
Credits
Writer(s): Miles Mccollum, Cavon Paige, Mitchell Brandon, Troy Bryant, Wessgonemad
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