I'm tryna fuck, I'm just being for real

I'm just being for real

Run up on me you get popped like a pill

Get popped like a pill

Big ass niggas, just me and Shaquille

Run up on me you get killed

No chiraq, we not doing drills

Run up on him and he squeal

Hold on, I just might count up my chicken

I just been cashing my motherfucking ticket

Baby you talk too much

She suck on my dick, and I tell her to zip it

Hold on, nigga I'm feeling like Felix

Pull up on your bitch and I motherfucking fix it

That nigga said I was dry

Then I went up on him, and I pulled out a biscuit

(Hold on, hold on)

For real this time

I give a fuck what you saying

If you want the smoke then you prolly gon feel this 9

Bitches look bad around me

When they around you, they say they don't feel this fine

Took her to crib and I'm fucking her

Said Imma pull out, I'm being for real this time

Uh, for real this time

Hold on, for real this time

I'm tryna fuck, I'm just being for real

I'm tryna fuck

Uh, I'm tryna fuck, I'm just being for real, uh

Switch it again

And I'm fucking this bitch, and I'm fucking her mouth

Then we back to the function

That bitch was trippin'

Said I am her boyfriend

Fucking her once

Then I'm back to the fuck shit

If you wanna kill me, you better kill me

I got a glizzy, I'm ready to buss it

She finna spill me, she finna spill me

Sucking my dick, she don't stop till I'm bussin'

Uh, uh, for real this time (For real, for real)

Baby, I'm being for real this time (For real this time, uh)

Uh, for real this time, uh

I'm tryna fuck you, I'm being for real this time

I just be bullshittin' on this bitch

Young Cartier nigga

For re-

For real?

God damn