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For real
How it feel for real
To have that sauce for real
Talk that talk for real
Walk that walk for real
Go and pop for real
Leave 'em in shock for real
I'm piping hot for real
Keep shit on lock for real
I'm going up, I'm stuck, what the fuck
Go get you some money nigga put it up
We fucked up the club its a must
You ain't one of us eat the dust
I came through, put that shit to rest
I'm ballin' got these bitches playing fetch
Lil shawty at that stage, break a leg
Molly got me tweaking like I've got Tourette's
Or Parkinson's I pop out your bitch 'partment
She took it in her throat like some Lozenges
I didn't know what I was doing but I had confidence
Just a bunch of niggas talking shit like parliament
Ay, I just took a bar
Turned into a star
Shooting up the charts
Litter than a spark
Sippin' out a jar
Boujee Parmesan
Bitch I had it hard
We got hoes
Which one do you want
Fee-fi-fo
Nigga the whole world's yours
We got hoes
Which one do you want
Fee-fi-fo
Nigga the whole world's yours
How it feel for real
To have that sauce for real
Talk that talk for real
Walk that walk for real
Go and pop for real
Leave 'em in shock for real
I'm piping hot for real
Keep shit on lock for real
I'm going up, I'm stuck, what the fuck
Go get you some money nigga put it up
We fucked up the club its a must
You ain't one of us eat the dust
Okay sho, shocase
I just flew in from the states
Got a lil background from a lil bad bitch, eat me like pap & vleis
Nigga's tried take my place
Nigga they tried and tried
Her boyfriend shop at Mr. Price my neck on Häagen-Dazs
I just stopped by at your party it was not a vibe
Bitch took something in my Benz but it was not a drive
She's too litty she might wake up with a Bhabhalaz'
And my bitch the finest bitch in her whole entourage
Facts, what's crackin'
I get dyslexic when I do my taxes
Do you know what I mean like is you in that bracket
I'm always on the road I never use my mattress
RAU no plastic real to the bone and it ain't fractures
Is that a BBL or diaper? Lil bitch I need answers
And my life a music video baby I need dancers
Thank God for the blessings thank myself for taking chances
How it feel for real
To have that sauce for real
Talk that talk for real
Walk that walk for real
Go and pop for real
Leave 'em in shock for real
I'm piping hot for real
Keep shit on lock for real
I'm going up, I'm stuck, what the fuck
Go get you some money nigga put it up
We fucked up the club its a must
You ain't one of us eat the dust