Lit N Real Life

[Intro: Bobby Fishscale]
Ayy, yeah (Yung Rari, Yung Rari)

[Chorus: Bobby Fishscale]
I'm lit in real life, bitch, not just on the 'Gram (Not just on the 'Gram)
AMG 63, fast like a Lamb'
I'm lit in real life, bitch, not just on the 'Gram (The 'Gram)
Every city that I hit, these hoes know just who I am (Just who I am)

[Interlude: Bobby Fishscale]
I'm lit in real life, all my diamonds real ice
All this drip this new season, I don't want no half price (No half price)
All this shit you see me with, just know I could've bought it twice (I could've bought it twice)
R.I.P that boy Virgil, still eatin' off white

[Verse 1: Bobby Fishscale]
Still eatin' off the fork, still eatin' off the crike
Still lit on the 'Gram, still lit in real life
Still a light yo' ass up if I feel like that you ain't right
Still get 'em for the five, let 'em go for a stike
Midnight ride to Georgia, feel like Gladys Knight
Midnight ride to Georgia, I just made thirty rikes
Yeah, you get a lot of likes, but you ain't really got them rikes
I left the house with nan dollar, came back with ninety stikes (Ninety stikes)
Lately I can't lie, that shit been comin' in fast (Fast)
Versace stamp bricks, got Versace on my ass (My ass)
When I come back out the freezer, guaranteed to make 'em mad (Mad)
Ayy, I'ma make 'em mad, yeah, I'ma make 'em sick
Somebody call Haimvo, I need a shark eatin' a fish
Need a shark eatin' a fish, need a fork in the whip
On the 'Gram, bitch, you turnt, in real life, you ain't lit (You ain't lit)

[Chorus: Bobby Fishscale]
I'm lit in real life, bitch, not just on the 'Gram (Not just on the 'Gram)
AMG 63, fast like a Lamb'
I'm lit in real life, bitch, not just on the 'Gram (The 'Gram)
Every city that I hit, these hoes know just who I am (Just who I am, we gone)

[Verse 2: Anti Da Menace]
Blaow, bitch (Yeah), yeah, y'all know what's going (For sure, haha)
Huh, seen so many niggas pass away (Grrah)
Cause a tragedy, on God (Bah), my mama had a masterpiece (Mama, thank you, haha)
Boom (Yeah), bitch, I kick down the door (Get on it)
Get on the floor, that Drac' go blow (Gah, gah)
Amiri jeans, they cost a 'bow, facts (Fah)
Here I come, lil' boy (Ah-ha, ah-ha), I swear you better run, lil' boy (Sorry)
Got my gun and you got yours (Frrah)
I let it spark, no back and forth (Don't run out)
Yeah, devil child, for real (Okay), leave a bag of shit right on your porch (Pussy-boy)
Walk on beats, for real (Uh-huh), I do this shit until my feet get sore
Yeah, lit in real life (Ah-haha), I made a forty shooting dice (For sure)
Pockets stuffed, I got a dub on me right now (Come on through)
Somethin' light, yeah
Play, you gon' get bust, lil' nigga (Grrah)
Call my bluff (Boom, boom-boom), bitch, we lit, for real
While y'all own niggas hold nuts on us
Haha, look, suck a dick (Pussy)

[Chorus: Bobby Fishscale]
I'm lit in real life, bitch, not just on the 'Gram (Not just on the 'Gram)
AMG 63, fast like a Lamb'
I'm lit in real life, bitch, not just on the 'Gram (The 'Gram)
Every city that I hit, these hoes know just who I am (Just who I am)

[Verse 3: Bobby Fishscale]
I really like to trap up when I walk in (Walk in)
I just—, boom, ninety-two plates of blue fin (Blue fin)
I'm lit 'cause I could get fish and make a free ten (Free ten)
I'm lit 'cause no matter what studio, bitch, I go in (I go in)
I'm lit 'cause AMG almighty gas is my best friend (Best friend)
I turnt up to a thousand, now I'm tryna get a friend (Get a friend)
I'm lit 'cause I take a flow, never use that bitch again (Again)
I'm lit 'cause I got million flows, never touch a pen (Touch a pen)
I never touch a pen but I always touch the powder (The powder)
Bitch, I'm lit in real life, got these niggas suicidal (Niggas suicidal)
Yeah, yo' city kinda lit, but it ain't lit like ours (Like ours)
We got forty-two rappers, free Dugg out the fryer (Out the fryer)
Re-up a million plates, I might retire (Might just retire)

[Chorus: Bobby Fishscale]
I'm lit in real life, bitch, not just on the 'Gram (Not just on the 'Gram)
AMG 63, fast like a Lamb'
I'm lit in real life, bitch, not just on the 'Gram (The 'Gram)
Every city that I hit, these hoes know just who I am (Just who I am)

[Interlude: Bobby Fishscale]
I'm lit in real life, all my diamonds real ice
All this drip this new season, I don't want no half price (No half price)
All this shit you see me with, just know I could've bought it twice (I could've bought it twice)
R.I.P that boy Virgil, still eatin' off white

[Outro: Bobby Fishscale]
All this shit you see me with, just know I could've bought it twice
R.I.P that boy Virgil, still eatin' off white (Still eatin' off white)