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 getting stripped
Over my big sis, I done let it drip
You b*tches posting 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 tripping
b*tch you on the net with that strap, net tripping
Thinking sh*t sweet, got your wig snatched
Dropped the addy hella times and all y'all did was cat
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
You ain’t worth no bucks n*gga
I’m a 5 star b*tch, you n*ggas is some 5 star tricks
You n*ggas is some 5 star tricks
I'm a active lil b*tch reverse cowgirl, while I’m playing with his balls lil ratchet ass b*tch
Aye B, let em know was good, pus*y so good, he banged it on his hood
Aye B let em know was good, you feeling froggy towards sis then b*tch we ain't good
And you bangin on yo dead n*gga now he blowing up
Cause you said you was gon slap me but, I never got touched
Yea, y'all was saying y'all was brothers but over me
Y’all was finna smoke each other
Had them n*ggas choosing us and they knew y'all right before me
You b*tches from they hood, they supposed too be your homies
How you let an opp b*tch pull up with your brodie?
You b*tches made statuses but, wasn't getting on me
Let that sh*t drip and ain't nobody drip on me
Y'all blood cousins tried to pass me they .40
Ain't no b*tch out here co-signing for me
These hourly donations got my pockets looking holy
Yea and if my sister fading a b*tch, I'm gon 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 (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 pulling up so they all pulled off
And don't square up with me cause you know I'm letting off
Yeah, I ain't turning sh*t down in here, any b*tch can run it like it's Chris Brown in here
Legs crossed looking real bust down in here like, let me
Sit my lil pretty ass down somewhere
How y'all running y'all mouths, is how i had y'all running
You flexing other people sh*t to try to match I'm coming b*tch you ain't ready for the sh*t I'm on
Broke b*tch probably need a loan
Haan, Facts, ain't no b*tch let it drip on me and that's fact
Ain't no b*tch let it drip on me and that's fact
Ain't no b*tch let it drip on me and that's fact
Real rap all facts, I clap first don't nobody clap back
Real rap all facts, I clap first don't nobody clap back
Real rap all facts, I clap first don't nobody clap back
Real rap all facts, I clap first don't nobody clap back
[Outro]
Yea, I wasn't put on this world for you b*tches too like me
Y'all don't know whether y'all want too eat my pus*y or fight me
Ha, nerd, you ain't ready for the sh*t I'm on
Yea, broke b*tch probably need a loan
Yea, broke b*tch probably need a loan
Yea, you ain't ready for the sh*t I'm on
You ain't ready for the sh*t I'm on
Ha, broke b*tch, broke b*tch, probably need a loan
Yea, broke b*tch probably need a loan
Yea, you ain't ready for the sh*t I'm on
You ain't ready for the sh*t I'm on
Ha, broke b*tch, broke b*tch probably need a loan