REAL Lyrics

Time's just been rough You lookin' for someone to pick you up

Time and time again you let it go You'd rather leave and just turn a ghost

Ooh, you know you unforgettable You know you ain't shit, forget it

Bring another wood, light it up and take a sit Yam in my face, that's where she would like to sit

Plastic on her chest, boobies, titties, counterfeit Two for one, her booty scamming, but she real legit

She move like she invincible, and yeah I love it She out the way, a private girl, nobody touch it

It's taking you a minute, think that you forgot about it It's taking me a minute, shit, I think forgot about you

It's fucked up that I'm thinking that it's my fault I lost you Karma got a price, let's see what the fuck it cost you

I'm lost in my mind, think I got thoughts about you You still walk behind, don't remember what I taught you

20 grams in the night, watch the stars start to shine I'ma always bust for mine, I be really hard to find

Tricky master of the mind, still remember days on pine See the red stop sign, where's your bed, I brought mine

Let's get the fuck in, no more time time Let's get the fuck in, no more waiting

You was a freak on the gram, what it was, what you saying

I never pay for pussy, no, I'm just entertaining Tell promoters just to book me when it's time, get the payment

Little shit, you got outdated Anywhere you go, there's haters

Numbers up, no calculator On my boots, fresh alligator

Euro step, I do a layup Long nights, I triple double

You a real dumb bitch, can't hold this bag that you fumbled

You a real dumb bitch, ain't worth a bag just to fumble

Category 8, hurricane, causing city rubble Feel like Dwayne The Rock, I'm putting boots to ass

Royal rumble, all my niggas work together Like a team, we get to huddle

Yeah she liking how I touch her, always leave her ass a puddle

I'ma chase the bag, lil' baby, I don't got time to cuddle

Too easy and I'm a dub her I'm bursting these niggas' bubbles

I feel like Antetokounmpo Get slammed just like a sumo

The biggest dog just like Cujo Got rulers just like a tutor

My mama told me, son, listen Don't let these niggas control you

My father showed me the work Each lil' gift, I'll be holding

My skin tone be always golden Don't worry, your ass get folded

The screech in your ass need tires I cut you like Michael Myers

I gassed up, I need a lighter in Gucci just like a tiger

Each story, it gotta finish I only wanted one minute

I'm real firm, I'm timid Remember her, it's vivid

The white dress that's on her high class, Bottega

One pint, I'm on it Territorial beta

Show me how you dance, let me spin you around

Let you hold my bands, show you what going down

Giving you dick when I'm flying in town

High class nigga, yeah, I'm pound for pound

I go round for round, I'm defeating the purpose

With your friends, yeah, it look like a circus, baby

With your friends, yeah, it look like a circus, baby

With your friends, yeah, it look like a circus, baby

With your friends, yeah, it look like a circus, baby