Forreal

[Intro]
Ayy, mm

[Chorus]
Ayy, yeah, kill one of you niggas 'bout that guap for real
Ayy, no pen, no pad, this shit off the top for real
Ayy, remember when we was thuggin' on that block for real Ayy, he cappin' for his fans, know he ain't shot no Glock for real (Fah, ayy, fah, ayy, yeah)
Ayy, this rap shit don't work, bitch, I might just rob a bank (Ayy, rackie robber)
I ain't nothin' like these rappers, don't know what you niggas think
Ayy, these pussy niggas hate, ayy, they pillow talk for rank
Ayy, it's funny how I'm doin' everything they said I can't

[Verse]
Plus, ayy, I'm doing this shit without a deal
When I say that we got hella clips, I ain't talkin' 'bout no reels (Fah, fah, fah, fah)
Even though I'm from the 'jects (Ugh), I'll still fuck a bitch in the Hills (Ugh-ugh, ugh, ugh)
And she eat this dick like food (Hoo), she know I'm worth a lot of mills (Ayy, ayy, yeah)
I'm havin' motion like a sensor, nigga, yeah
I keep that fire like it's December (Fah, fah), take his mind, he won't remember (Glaow, glaow)
Drop a bag, that shit so simple, nigga (Ayy), yeah (Yeah)
Pop his ass just like a pimple, I be tryna work on my temper (Mm)
When shit get real, a nigga don't fold, did dirt with niggas, but they told
He tried to run down, bruh done ran down—Fah, fah—took his soul (Glaow, baow, baow)
These niggas sittin' on their ass, I'm chasin' cash even when I'm old
Steady lyin', your fans the only things that bought that shit you sold
Ayy, lil' shawty pussy bald, I call her Ms. Clean, yeah
I be smokin' gas, plus I'm sippin' lean, ayy
They can have the city, I got bigger dreams, ayy
We don't do no hatin', all my niggas eatin' (Come on), yeah

[Chorus]
Ayy, yeah, kill one of you niggas 'bout that guap for real
Ayy, no pen, no pad, this shit off the top for real
Ayy, remember when we was thuggin' on that block for real Ayy, he cappin' for his fans, know he ain't shot no Glock for real (Fah, ayy, fah, ayy, yeah)
Ayy, this rap shit don't work, bitch, I might just rob a bank (Ayy, rackie robber)
I ain't nothin' like these rappers, don't know what you niggas think
Ayy, these pussy niggas hate, ayy, they pillow talk for rank
Ayy, it's funny how I'm doin' everything they said I can't