Forreal lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy, mm

[Chorus]
Ayy, yeah, kill one of you n*ggas 'bout that guap for real
Ayy, no pen, no pad, this sh*t off the top for real
Ayy, remember when we was thuggin' on that block for real Ayy, he cappin' for his fans, know he ain't shot no Glock for real (Fah, ayy, fah, ayy, yeah)
Ayy, this rap sh*t don't work, b*tch, I might just rob a bank (Ayy, rackie robber)
I ain't nothin' like these rappers, don't know what you n*ggas think
Ayy, these pus*y n*ggas hate, ayy, they pillow talk for rank
Ayy, it's funny how I'm doin' everything they said I can't

[Verse]
Plus, ayy, I'm doing this sh*t without a deal
When I say that we got hella clips, I ain't talkin' 'bout no reels (Fah, fah, fah, fah)
Even though I'm from the 'jects (Ugh), I'll still f*ck a b*tch in the Hills (Ugh-ugh, ugh, ugh)
And she eat this di*k like food (Hoo), she know I'm worth a lot of mills (Ayy, ayy, yeah)
I'm havin' motion like a sensor, n*gga, yeah
I keep that fire like it's December (Fah, fah), take his mind, he won't remember (Glaow, glaow)
Drop a bag, that sh*t so simple, n*gga (Ayy), yeah (Yeah)
Pop his ass just like a pimple, I be tryna work on my temper (Mm)
When sh*t get real, a n*gga don't fold, did dirt with n*ggas, but they told
He tried to run down, bruh done ran down—Fah, fah—took his soul (Glaow, baow, baow)
These n*ggas sittin' on their ass, I'm chasin' cash even when I'm old
Steady lyin', your fans the only things that bought that sh*t you sold
Ayy, lil' shawty pus*y bald, I call her Ms. Clean, yeah
I be smokin' gas, plus I'm sippin' lean, ayy
They can have the city, I got bigger dreams, ayy
We don't do no hatin', all my n*ggas eatin' (Come on), yeah
[Chorus]
Ayy, yeah, kill one of you n*ggas 'bout that guap for real
Ayy, no pen, no pad, this sh*t off the top for real
Ayy, remember when we was thuggin' on that block for real Ayy, he cappin' for his fans, know he ain't shot no Glock for real (Fah, ayy, fah, ayy, yeah)
Ayy, this rap sh*t don't work, b*tch, I might just rob a bank (Ayy, rackie robber)
I ain't nothin' like these rappers, don't know what you n*ggas think
Ayy, these pus*y n*ggas hate, ayy, they pillow talk for rank
Ayy, it's funny how I'm doin' everything they said I can't