T.M.U B.Real lyrics

[Intro]
Wattup, B Real
Wattup, B real
These n*ggas ain't foreal, these n*ggas ain't go kill
Yeah
These n*ggas ain't foreal
These n*ggas ain't foreal

[Pre-Chorus]
pus*y ass, scary ass lil' n*gga ain't go do none, yeah
f*ck ass lil' n*gga, ain't go shoot none
Matter of fact, I'on even know why a n*gga over here bootin' up
n*gga know that I'm booted up

[Chorus]
Yeah, hold up, B Real, these n*ggas ain't foreal, yeah
I'm so sick of these b*tch n*ggas steady actin' like they real, yeah
pus*y n*gga won't do none, you'on like it, come get a kill
Won't sugarcoat no n*gga, yeah, I'mma tеll that n*gga like it is, huh
Diamonds on me real, yеah, turn me up B Real, yeah
Don't come around with that fake sh*t, pus*y n*gga know he ain't real, huh
I'mma keep on grabbin' on her ass, know it ain't real, yeah
I'mma keep on runnin' up that bag, n*gga I'm foreal, yeah
pus*y n*gga I'm foreal

[Verse 1]
I say pus*y n*gga what it is, yeah
f*ck a n*gga, I've been up for 2 days bootin' up off of pills, yeah
Rollin' hard, clutchin' on the rod, I'm really out here in the field, yeah
f*ck n*gga, I'll slang that rod, ain't no n*gga I fear, no
These n*ggas ain't real, I'm strapped up like Velcro
Pull up on them like Deebo, give me everything, this a repo
I can f*ck yo hoe, that's on everything, she gon' suck my di*k like a freak hoe
n*gga, you must ain't give the memo, make her get low like Limbo
I love the way she deepthroat, ahhh, she get nasty, yeah
Hood b*tch, gave me head on a backstreet, yeah
All that bullsh*t all the time, n*gga get at me
And no, I'on beef on Instagram, n*gga don't at me
[Chorus]
Yeah, hold up, B Real, these n*ggas ain't foreal, yeah
I'm so sick of these b*tch n*ggas steady actin' like they real, yeah
pus*y n*gga won't do none, you'on like it, come get a kill
Won't sugarcoat no n*gga, yeah, I'mma tell that n*gga like it is, huh
Diamonds on me real, yeah, turn me up B Real, yeah
Don't come around with that fake sh*t, pus*y n*gga know he ain't real, huh
I'mma keep on grabbin' on her ass, know it ain't real, yeah
I'mma keep on runnin' up that bag, n*gga I'm foreal, yeah
pus*y n*gga I'm foreal, yeah

[Verse 2]
pus*y n*gga I'm dumb (Dumb)
I be hangin' 'round killers, n*gga don't know none, but redrum, yeah
I'm in [?] City on Pappas Street, I'ma always rap where I'm from, yeah
Street n*gga out his mind, b*tch and I feel like that's just how we are, huh
pus*y know how I come, diamonds on me real, huh
I'mma keep on grabbin' on her titties, know they ain't real, yeah
She gon' keep on dancin' on my di*k, do the tip drill, yeah
I'mma spend too much money on this Fendi swag, so real b*tch
So wipe me down like Trill, I'm in this b*tch with B Real
That sh*t be makin' me mad, yeah, 'cause I know these n*ggas ain't real, yeah
pus*y n*gga steady bootin' up, won't do none, won't shoot sh*t
Always talkin' 'bout what they gon' do, knowin' damn well they won't do sh*t

[Chorus]
Yeah, hold up, B Real, these n*ggas ain't foreal, yeah
I'm so sick of these b*tch n*ggas steady actin' like they real, yeah
pus*y n*gga won't do none, you'on like it, come get a kill
Won't sugarcoat no n*gga, yeah, I'mma tell that n*gga like it is, huh
Diamonds on me real, yeah, turn me up B Real, yeah
Don't come around with that fake sh*t, pus*y n*gga know he ain't real, huh
I'mma keep on grabbin' on her ass, know it ain't real, yeah
I'mma keep on runnin' up that bag, n*gga I'm foreal, yeah
pus*y n*gga I'm foreal