NOT REAL FREESTYLE Lyrics

In the dark trees that glow

And I'll see you

And you'll see me

And I'll see you

In the branches that blow

Niggas ain't real they switching sides

Like they work with a type c

Ooh, scratch, got this new thot

Gonna fuck her in the backseat

Damn, pussy must run the world or somethin' the way y'all lovin on Mary Jane

This shit, gon' end in flames

Switchin' up to two door coupe switch lanes

Back in, she can't fuck with

Half of y'all niggas

Cause half of y'all niggas

Is has been's step back

Leave a brick for that nigga

He got no heat

Thought his name Haslam

Damn, I'm boutta murder this shit

Uh, I'm boutta Shmurda this shit

Uh, she got mad spice

So she gotta shake them hips

Okay, like, this

This bitch is a trick

She spinnin' on poles' and shit

You think that she totin' shit

Then she lookin' at me like

You sure you ain't write this shit

Like did you type the shit

I gotta light itch in my head

Or somethin' like

I'm findin' a lice and shit

I think pussy must run the world the way it's grippin shit

Bitch

Niggas be talking about bitches and chicks 'cause it makes the hits

Is you rappin' for lust

Is you rappin' for love

I can't pick the shit

Mm, thottie on thottie

I'm boostin' my level

Somethin' like multiply

You a trick for the bitch

If she call you for war

You're ready to just die

Switch it

I'm back on my love shit

How the fuck

You fuckin' with him

When he's supposed to be

On our dove shit

If I leave this shit like this

you gon' call me back

On some fuck shit like, damn

Ain't you my ride or die

We don't die, we multiply

Two X's on the end for the chest

Look both ways

Case the signs might pass you by

Bitch

Damn

Blah

Blah, blah

Gin, Gin, Gin

K, I'm boutta

Rappin' on this shit

One more time

Just like this

She got love

All in them handles

She got love

All in them hips

She got love for a nigga

That don't even love her

Back that shit, don't click

Is you rappin' for lust

Is you rappin' for love

Fuck, that suck my dick