Realest sh*t I Never Wrote lyrics

[Hook]
My drink is the Louise
My collar be Fendi
My shoes is Versace
Don’t got no feelings
My exotic so potent
My b*tches they choke every time they smoking
She twerk it she throw it
Pop a seal and I pour it
I spit this sh*t like a muhf*ckin poet
This some of the realest sh*t
But I never wrote this sh*t
Just like a horse
Just hopped on and rode it
I’m in the Trackhawk and I can’t control it
I can’t let em play me just like a controller
Do the dash in a foreign
I’m louden the motor
All these racks in my jeans got me feeling so bloated
Got a b*tch at the crib and she wet like a ocean
I just hit a lil b*tch and I told her come over
Got the Bentley truck nah had to trade in the Rover
I’m mixing my soda
My heart it be colder

[Verse]
Just like Minnesota
Pull the stick let it loose like a bipolar
All this loud in the house got a loud odor
Every n*gga in the circle got love for me
I done plugged on the web they got bud for me
Everyday gotta hit up the gun range
n*ggas ain’t got no heart they just b*tch made
I just purchased my lil b*tch a Mustang
I been trappin lil n*gga since 8th grade
Everything that I’m burnin is high grade
Made a 100k juggin them NetSpend
I swear me and lil mama connected
When she wit me she feel so protected
This a Vette right here this not a Lexus
They show mad love when I go to Texas
Just to re-up I went me a distance
I’ll come and end yo existence
She got virgin hair for a extension
Finna go get a bag I’m relentless
Makin hits I ain’t got time for these b*tches
We gone see who can shoot this sh*t quickest
How you pull out a stick and ain’t hit sh*t
I just found me a glitch I’m the slickest
I just put me a 4 in some Sunkist
[Hook]
My drink is the Louise
My collar be Fendi
My shoes is Versace
Don’t got no feelings
My exotic so potent
My b*tches they choke every time they smoking
She twerk it she throw it
Pop a seal and I pour it
I spit this sh*t like a muhf*ckin poet
This some of the realest sh*t
But I never wrote this sh*t
Just like a horse
Just hopped on and rode it
I’m in the Trackhawk and I can’t control it
I can’t let em play me just like a controller
Do the dash in a foreign
I’m louden the motor
All these racks in my jeans got me feeling so bloated
Got a b*tch at the crib and she wet like a ocean
I just hit a lil b*tch and I told her come over
Got the Bentley truck nah had to trade in the Rover
I’m mixing my soda
My heart it be colder