Real Rap lyrics

[Verse 1]
I'm tired of b*tches, with this internet sh*t
Y’all ain't never outside, y'all don’t never do sh*t
Next b*tch flex bands, next b*tch gettin' stripped
Over my big sis, I done let it drip
You b*tches postin' with them guns, but y'all don't ever pop sh*t
How you a shooter, b*tch, but you ain't never shot sh*t?
I'm really outside with that strap, set trippin'
b*tch, you on the ’net with that strap, ’net trippin'
Thinkin’ sh*t sweet, got your wig snatched
Dropped the addy hella times and all y'all did was cap
By the way, you n*ggas ain't worth 30K
Ain't no point to line you up and show them n*ggas where you lay
Lil’ paranoid f*ck n*gga (Duh)
You ain't worth no bucks, n*gga
I'm a five-star b*tch (Five-star)
You n*ggas is some five-star tricks (Five-star)
You n*ggas is some five-star tricks
I'm an active lil' b*tch
Reverse cowgirl while I'm playin' with his balls, lil' ratchet-ass b*tch
Ayy, B, let 'em know what's good
pus*y so good, he banged it on his hood
Ayy, B, let 'em know what's good
You feelin' froggy towards sis, then, b*tch, we ain't good
And, n*gga, you bangin' on your dead n*gga, now he blowin' up
'Cause you said you was gon' slap me, but I never got touched (Never got touched)
Yeah, y'all was sayin' y'all was brothers
But over me, y'all was finna smoke each other?
Had them n*ggas choosin' up and they knew y'all way before me
You b*tches from they hood, they 'posed to be your homies
How y'all let an opp b*tch pull up with your brodies?
You b*tches made statuses, but wasn't gettin' on me
Let that sh*t drip and didn't nobody drip on me
Y'all blood cousins tried to pass me they 40
Ain't no b*tch out here cosignin' for me (Lil' b*tch)
These hourly donations got my pockets lookin' holy
Yeah, and if my sister's fadin' a b*tch
I'ma line it up with whoever came with the b*tch
[Chorus]
Line it up (Line it up), line it up (Line it up)
Line it up (Line it up), line it up (Line it up)
Line it up (Line it up), line it up (Line it up)
Line it up (Line it up), line it up

[Verse 2]
b*tch, knock it off, you been got stripped
Took the b*tch phone and her bucket got flipped
Heard Mudda was pullin' up, so they all pulled off
And don't square up with me 'cause you know I'm lettin' off (Fah-fah)
Yeah, I ain't turnin' sh*t down in here (Hell nah)
Any b*tch can run it like it's Chris Brown in here
Legs crossed, lookin' real bustdown in here (Bustdown, bustdown)
Like let me sit my lil' pretty ass down somewhere
How y'all runnin' y'all mouths is how I had y'all runnin'
You flexin' other people's sh*t to try to match how I'm comin', b*tch
You ain't ready for the sh*t I'm on, yeah (Knock it off)
Broke b*tch probably need a loan, huh (Knock it off)
Facts
Ain't no b*tch let it drip on me and that's facts
Ain't no b*tch let it drip on me and that's facts
Ain't no b*tch let it drip on me and that's facts
Real rap, all facts
I clap first don't nobody clap back, ayy
Real rap, all facts (All facts)
I clap first don't nobody clap back, yeah
Real rap, all facts
I'm clappin' first and don't nobody clap back
Real rap (All facts), all facts
I'm clappin' first and don't nobody clap back
[Outro]
Huh (Huh)
Yeah
I wasn't put on this world for you b*tches to like me
Y'all don't know whether y'all want to eat my pus*y or fight me (Faggot)
Hah, nerd (Nerd)
You ain't ready for the sh*t I'm on, yeah
Broke b*tch probably need a loan, yeah
Broke b*tch probably need a loan, yeah
You ain't ready for the sh*t I'm on
You ain't ready for the sh*t I'm on, huh
Broke b*tch, broke b*tch probably need a loan, yeah
Broke b*tch probably need a loan, yeah
You ain't ready for the sh*t I'm on
You ain't ready for the sh*t I'm on, huh
Broke b*tch, broke b*tch probably need a loan (Broke b*tch)
Hahaha
Stunna Girl, hah
The motherf*ckin' girly, though