For Real ft. Kelly Lyrics

(Yeah)

(Ooh Ooh)

(Yeah Yeah Yeah)

I feel like I'm Yeat, I hit that bitch and then I leave

Yeah I'm sorry bout that

Took a snap of my location

They still talking about that

Threw some racks into the sky

They still trying to find that

They cannot rewind that

Life is like a fucking movie but it feel like dat

It get real like that

Carry blickies with extensions, they as long as top hats

Shouts to Kelly that's my family, yeah my real brother

Yeah we gon' get out

I just got my money, I just got my loot yeah

Better not fuck with my brothers, not my crew yeah

If you try, its your head that you gon' lose yeah

Me and iNTAKE on the top, we never lose yeah

All this weed in my chest, you know I'm so high

Momma told that I'm blessed, that I'm starstruck

These little boys ain't sipping wock, they sipping 'tussin

Couple bitches on my cock that I ain't trusting

See these opp boys on my block I get to busting

Emo bitches love my songs, they love my cussing while they cutting

They act like I ain't been balling way before the deal

Two pints of Wockhardt and it came sealed

Smoking weed, mix it with the X i popped a pill

Rage Rocket keep a blicky, this is not a drill

Keep on talking down on gang, you get bust for real

Keep on talking down on gang, you get bust for real

Keep talking down on gang, you get bust for real

Keep talking down on gang, you get bust for real

Talking on my gang, bitch you gon' get slapped, yeah

You missing your hoe bruh she in my lap, yeah

You a bitch, you a pussy, you a frat, huh

If you snitch then you better come in strapped up

Bitch I'm love with the money

If it's not gas lil hoe I don't want it

I'm in that 305

I got that loud pack in my pocket

Why that bitch calling up my line

She way outta pocket

Shawty you better drop it

I feel like I'm Yeat, I hit that bitch and then I leave

Yeah I'm sorry bout that

Took a snap of my location

They still talking about that

Threw some racks into the sky

They still trying to find that

They cannot rewind that

Life is like a fucking movie but it feel like dat

It get real like that

Carry blickies with extensions, they as long as top hats

Shouts to Kelly that's my family, yeah my real brother

Yeah we gon' get out