FR FR ft. SB Lance Lyrics

For real, for real

For real, for real

Yo you for real?

Ha

These niggas ain't real, for real

They not in that field, for real

These niggas be bitches, snitchin

So they just might squill, for real

Just like I left the store, I been in my bag, for real

Just had to up the score now I feel like Wilt, for real

Yeah, I'm so for real

For real, for real, for real

The way I pop out on these pussies feel like I just broke the seal

For real, for real, for real, for real

I got that look up in my eyes, fuck with me, I'm about to kill

I do not bang no set

You pull up on me, I'm leavin' you wet

All odds on me, that's a bet

I'ma dog won't fetch

I play dirty, no tech

This tech get dirty if you disrespect

Draymond Green, I come out your neck

Ceelo Green, cause I might forget you

For real, for real, for real, for real

The way I pop out on these pussies

Feel like I just broke the seal

For real, for real, for real, for real

I got that look up in my eyes

Fuck with me, I'm about to kill

Hold on, ain't you the one that claim you the best, hah

That can't be true, we the ones up next, nope

For real, for real, we the ones up next, huh

Huh, don't get it mixed up, this ain't no Chex

For real

For real

For real

For real

For real

For real

For real

For real

For real, for real

For real, for real

For real, For real

For real, For real

The way I pop out on these pussies

Feel like I just broke the seal

For real, for real, for real, for real

I got that look up in my eyes

Fuck with me, I'm about to kill

Take a look at my resume

Been working hard, I've been going in

All y'all fuckers is dead to me

I'm on the roll knock em down like a pen

I feel like 50 cent

But I don't need too many men

I can Pop that Smoke myself

I don't need too many friends

I'm feeling timid, bitch

I'm about to throw a fit

Y'all money counterfeit

Y'all pockets flat as shit

I need a lot of it

I feel like Bobby, bitch

I got that Clyde on my side

I got that Bonnie, bitch

I keep that burner

No Timmy Turner

You might need a wish

Take him to school

Now he a learner

Gotta teach him shit

Bouta knock your screw loose

Little boy, better tighten up

I feel like Kendrick on this bitch

Cause y'all not like us, they not like us

For real, for real, for real, for real

The way I pop out on these pussies

Feel like I just broke the seal

For real, for real, for real, for real

I got that look up in my eyes

Fuck with me I'm bout to kill