ForReal ForReal

[Intro: KrispyLife Kidd]
(I got so much energy)
I really been thuggin' for years, nigga
I ain't just jumped off the porch like some of you soft ass niggas
Nah forreal, forreal
Nah forreal, fuck these rappin' ass niggas

[Verse: KrispyLife Kidd]
Real thug bitch, never post beef (Never post beef)
You use the Internet to alert the police (Snitchin' ass bitch)
I don't want your bitch, her pussy look like some roast beef (Ugh)
Left, right, uppercut, nigga go to sleep (Night, night)
Shot a nigga in the forehead, now we can see his dreams (I can see)
R.I.P to your mans, turned that nigga to a meme (What)
Aretha Franklin Glock, how I make this bitch sing
Fucked up two relationships, I'm super sleazy
Slatt slatt, I tried to fuck the auntie
My bitch tried to fight me, slam that hoe on the concrete (Aight b')
Beat yo' ass bad like a nigga got five feet (What)
Nigga, get the fuck out my face, give me nine feet (Give me ten)
No Rick Ross, my plug bustin' with a nine-piece ('Preciate)
Heard you [?] your customers, you ain't got no heat (What)
Where the opps? Down the block, hit the side street
Pussy rappin' ass niggas never want no beef (Never want)
Beat [?] your brother up and I fuckin' leave
Punch a nigga 57 times, now he ain't got no teeth (Mhm)

[Outro: KrispyLife Kidd]
Punch a nigga 100 times, he ain't got no teeth