FOR REAL

I've been out living my life off the camera
I don't even want to be seen on tv
Don't care about money too much
Imma spend it all I know it prolly
Gone come back to me
Not saying we rich or nothing
I do not flex on niggas
You got money show me sum
I just fucked yo bitch
She said they can feel it in her gums
I been out giving no fucks lil nigga
Fuck that bitch get revenue nigga
I'm at the top ahead of you niggas
We all hungry we gon kill you nigga
Get in the field nigga it takes skill nigga
You a lil nigga yall be faking but we do
This shit for real nigga
I can go fuck on your bitch
I gotta stick I don't miss

If I tell my little brother bust with me
We hopping out move
Them choppas and sticks
Lil nigga talking that dummy
My nigga pull up he got popped like a zit
Bitch I got a beam I aim not finna miss
That choppa finna hit his lip
Never lacking
I can never leave the crib without
My motha fucking poll
How the fuck nigga dropping all this music
And he on his phone
Hollows hit a nigga dome
Got some shooters who will creep
Inside a nigga home
Nigga tell me
How I feel like Quicksilver
Body full of chrome
Nigga tell me
How the fuck I feel like Micheal Myers
Go outside with my mask and chop
Like I'm off the wire
Choppa like a flame hit that wood
Look how much he fire
Nigga talking dumb I wish he would
My shooters come and find him
I can't cuff that bitch she just want
Louis and Designer
Told her that I'm faithful
But we both know I'm a liar
All yall niggas pussy
Think I'm Chinese how I fried him
How ask for bitches when they
Came you just high five them
Spitting fire cital
Got chase that he sitting idol
Diamonds in my glowing
Just like Luffy and get vital
Bitch im tryna chase that bag
Until I'm living just like Micheal

20k on my wrist flex on niggas like a idol
Bought a brick full of ice now I'm feeling
Froze now
How fuck you stand on business
And you 10 toes down
All that spark for real
Baby make it clap for real
Don't give fuck bout how yo nigga feel
I don't even talk to nobody man
Fuck all yo hobbies I pull
out the glocky for real
The hollows gon hit
All of my Nigga they aim with the fire
I got a sniper for real
I got a gift for you nigga
I'm finna spin on a nigga
I got the heat, fajita
Flexing a bag on these niggas
Using my choppa to clean up these niggas
Up the score we want more
You thee opposition we knock at yo door
You don't want no smoke from my niggas
They lay yo ass down
you gon get hit up fusho
That nigga capping too much
He bleeding out
You gon be lying alone
Trust nobody they all switched up
You know what switched up
My glocky fusho



Credits
Writer(s): Kevin Ivy
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