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Yeah
Ha
Ha
Yeah
If I take that perk, then I won't feel
Don't judge me, said I'm done
My dog, he died from takin' pills
And that shit hurtin' me for real
And no, they don't know how we feel
Keep dancin' on that gram
We gon' make sure that he get killed
Oh yeah
And if it's smoke, you better not ever back out
Ha
I'm gon' pop out with that 300 blackout
I hit her Raw, yeah, she gon' get the Smackdown
Yeah
Book BnB, was sleepin' in a trap house
She wanted lashes, she want a purse, she want her hair did
I'ma turn her up to pop out with her friends
She gon' come back to the crib
She off that liquor, I'm off that perc
And I'm gon' f*ck her all night
She said, big1 can't do that again
Yeah
Still f*ck with her ex, but she said that he do her wrong
But now she f*ckin' with the biggest she don't never wanna go home
She wanna f*ck me to my songs
Might stuff a quarter in this cone
Got a bitch out in New Orleans, she tryna give me Superdome
For real
For real
For real
For real
Ha
Baby, tell me if it's real
I know you be in your feelings, you just need some time to heal
Tryna buy you YSL, I been said f*ck that Tommy Hill
Tommy Hilfiger, I won't buy you that shit, I get paid
Gotta watch her period she rich for life if that shit late
Know that boy, he broke as f*ck he never took you on no dates huh?
Know that nigga a lil' boy, he never f*ck you off the wake up
I got Red Velvet in my pockets, boy you better get your cake up
For real
For real
For real
For real
Ha
I'm so for real
Be so for real
We so for real
(For real)
It's so for real
Yeah