4Real lyrics

[Chorus: Larry June]
I f*cked around and broke my f*cking scale
I f*cked around and bought the b*tch Chanel
I f*cked around and missed the f*cking mail
I ain't rapping, b*tch, I do this sh*t for real
I ain't rapping, b*tch, I do this sh*t for real
I ain't rapping, b*tch, I do this sh*t for real

[Verse 1: Larry June]
Why the f*ck you playing with me?
Why the f*ck you n*ggas hating?
I can still f*ck your b*tch, OK, that's probably why they hating
All my cars foreign, I got everything I need
n*gga, f*ck the rap game, got a white b*tch out in Brizbain
[/?] when them bricks came
I got a trap house in my whip game
I'm a criminal, I got 6 names
I got a big house in my b*tch name
Got a great white in my fish tank
Hit the trap first, then I broke the b*tch
Then I hit the weed and I switch lanes
In my [?], sipping Champagne
And my bust down cost 30K
Got a hundred rounds in that big thang
n*gga, f*ck aim, I ain't gotta aim
Took a road trip, with 8 thangs
When I touched down, made hella cake
You a f*ck n*gga, we can't hang
n*gga, T.F.M. be the gang, man
I done sold dope, I done sent hoes
f*ck the radio, they ain't gotta play me, n*gga
[Chorus: Larry June]
I f*cked around and broke my f*cking scale
I f*cked around and bought the b*tch Chanel
I f*cked around and missed the f*cking mail
I ain't rapping, b*tch, I do this sh*t for real
I ain't rapping, b*tch, I do this sh*t for real
I ain't rapping, b*tch, I do this sh*t for real

[Verse 2: Derrick Coleman]
I'm a genius motherf*cker
And the cleanest motherf*cker
[?] my lil brother
Til I see my lil brother
f*ck you n*ggas talking 'bout
Speaking English, motherf*cker
All they garbage falling out
Eat a p*nis, motherf*cker
I'm the best that ever did this, still doing it [?]
Why [?]
[?] still doing it and winning
You know we in the building
When a n*gga in the same strip club throwing money to the ceiling
Stood out like I never [?]
I broke the [?]
n*ggas lied when they told me sky was the limit
I keep my eyes on the prize, and the prize was the [?]
[?] high rise, with my eyes on the city
Sucka n*gga try, he can die any minute
[?] ride or die [?]
[?] at me now [?]
Where I come from, [?]
[?]
[?] spitting that G sh*t like this here, yeah
[Chorus: Larry June]
I f*cked around and broke my f*cking scale
I f*cked around and bought the b*tch Chanel
I f*cked around and missed the f*cking mail
I ain't rapping, b*tch, I do this sh*t for real
I ain't rapping, b*tch, I do this sh*t for real
I ain't rapping, b*tch, I do this sh*t for real