4Real Lyrics

See this shit aint the same

Ballin for rock

And im putting in pain

Fresh off a bid

Did a hit for tha gang

Niggas they know me

I been had a name

Came from the 4

So you wat i bang

Dropping a L

You get hit in ya face

Dropping tha Y

When we spin through the 8

Call up Ty flock

Cause he blick

And dont miss

I got like 30 on 30 on 30

I feel like im curry

I shoot from the hip

I put a beam onna blick

So i up from the strip

And i swear to god

I never miss

Free all my niggas

They been taking risk

And i hope

I can see all my niggas again

Think about bro

And i get up and bend

Ion care wat you jack

You can go wid ya friend

Ballin 4 sav

Cause this shot neva end

Missing lil bro

Yea This shit got me fed

Imma keep spinning

cause all i see red

I be so high

Its like all i see dead

I needa chill

So i pop me a perk

Dont get me mad

And get put on a shirt

Think you a opp

You can get it the worse

(Lil Bitch)

And this shit is for real

Of course

Yea we been doing drills

of course

He got popped like a pill

And he lost

We be lurking

Aint no reason

To spin in suburbans

We dont hop out

We do walk ups

We get close

Make sure we off him

Call up gretzky

Bro gon chalk em

We spin blocks

We stay on offense

Niggas talking

They not tough

Most they mans

We made them duck

Check the score

They up on who

He move hot

We make the news

We chuck Ls

We never lose

They chuck Yz

But why the lack

Half they mans

Got put in packs

Keep that glizzy

Go get back

This shit facts

Dont beef on tracks

I talk hot

So i cant lack

Do this shit for tha 4

Put the gang

On my back

If you run up on bro

Den you aint running back

You can spin through tha 9

Cause you know where im at

Stay on the block

Wid a knock and a pack

Talking on sav

And this shit is wrap

(Lil bitch)