REALLY FR Lyrics

They tell me pop my shit

Tell me when do I not though

Tell me to go off

Tell me when I not go

I be with killers and robbers and honchos

We knock the cheese right out of your nacho, bitch

I give my hoe that top floor dick

You talk to my hoe, I might split your wig

Walk in the store, I might've spent your rent

Feeling like Kyle, I'm rich

And look at the blocks I've bent

I'm on mobster shit

Woo, woo

We do not talk to them

I go a mile a minute on violence business

That boy been down, down, down

He spiraling in it

And my bitch ass dumb, and she pretty as fuck

That Kylie Jenner, you know that I'm winning

Yeah, W-W-W internet

You with that talking shit

I ain't into that

Seen a whole lot of clones, whole lot of mini men

Gotta get rid of them

Came with a whole lot of drums

Whole lotta riddim

ADHD as fuck

I don't need no Ritalin

Cruising that Ghost

My shawty like where the top go

Just look at my wrist and my wrist and my wrist

And it glisten and glow

Michelin, Michelin

Tired of folks

Double F, baby, finessing the flow

I'm in your hood and I'm throwing up 4's

Drank on my mind, think this shit got a hold

Yellow bandana my head, I'm Glo

I was on Xanax and them Roxies

Fell in my old ways, I was toxic

I'm drunk as fuck in this booth

I'm intoxicated

Hoes annoying as fuck

They some bop cicadas

Think you gone step to me

Don't test my patience

Heard you lil' boys caught some allegations

Heard your whole clique full of fuck ass rapists

Know that they praying that nobody say it

You took your bitch out the hood, think you saved her

She went to college, became a D major

Jason Statham, your bitch became a cranker

You got a green ahh neck, your diamonds can't get faker

We can make your whole block disappear like Malaysia

Remember I was down bad out in Asia

Fine wine music, way that it's aging

Fine wine, my bitch, way she tasting

Cody Banks, you would talk to the agents

Them off-shore banks, money just been raking

Should mask the fuck up with the bands that I'm taking

Should back the fuck off me, do you know my ranking

Saint, looking for Benjamin Franklin

Gang, looking for killings insanely

Brains, put on the wall like a painting

Say, PG ain't the one to play with

They tell me pop my shit

Tell me when do I not though

Tell me to go off

Tell me when I not go

I be with killers and robbers and honchos

We knock the cheese right out of your nacho, bitch

I give my hoe that top floor dick

You talk to my hoe, I might split your wig

Walk in the store, I might've spent your rent

Feeling like Kyle, I'm rich

And look at the blocks I've bent

I'm on mobster shit

Woo, woo

We do not talk to them

I go a mile a minute on violence business

That boy been down, down, down

He spiraling in it

And my bitch ass dumb, and she pretty as fuck

That Kylie Jenner, you know that I'm winning