lirik lagu forreal – scy jimm
[intro]
ayy
[chorus]
ayy, yeah, k!ll one of you n*ggas ’bout that guap for real (’bout that, ayy, yeah, ayy)
ayy, no pen, no pad, this sh*t off the top for real (ayy, ayy, this sh*t off the top)
ayy, remember when we was thuggin’ on that block for real (ayy, we was on that block)
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 (i don’t know what you n*ggas think)
ayy, these p*ssy n*ggas hate, ayy, they pillow talk for rank (they pillow talk for rank)
ayy, it’s funny how i’m doin’ everything they said i can’t (ayy, ayy, ayy)
[verse]
plus, ayy, i’m doing this sh*t without a deal (without a deal)
when i say that we got h*lla 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 (uh*ugh, ugh, ugh)
and she eat this d*ck 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 (gloww), he won’t remember (gloww)
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 (mmm)
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 (gloww, boww*boww)
these n*ggas sittin’ on their ass, i’m chasin’ cash even when i’m old (ayy, even when i’m old)
steady lyin’, your fans the only things that bought that sh*t you sold (bought that sh*t you sold)
ayy, lil’ shawty p*ssy bald, i call her ms. clean (ayy, i call her, ayy, yeah), yeah
i be smokin’ gas, plus i’m sippin’ lean (i’m sippin’ lean), yeah
they can have the city, i got bigger dreams (got bigger dreams), ayy
we don’t do no hatin’, all my n*ggas eatin’ (come on), yeah
[chorus]
k!ll one of you n*ggas ’bout that guap for real (’bout that, ayy, yeah, ayy)
ayy, no pen, no pad, this sh*t off the top for real (ayy, ayy, this sh*t off the top)
ayy, remember when we was thuggin’ on that block for real (ayy, we was on that block)
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 (i don’t know what you n*ggas think)
ayy, these p*ssy n*ggas hate, ayy, they pillow talk for rank (they pillow talk for rank)
ayy, it’s funny how i’m doin’ everything they said i can’t (ayy, ayy, ayy)
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