Top Songs By Fredo
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
You ain't real like that, you ain't real like that (Nope)
To tell the truth, you ain't built like that (Never)
Summertime, so the roof peel right back, I'm livin' luxury
And last month, I was livin' up in custody
Not police, then these models want cuffs on me
You ain't real like that
Ridin' with my day ones, I'm in the field like that
Can't phone for a boo, I don't deal like that
[Verse 2]
You ain't real like that, you ain't real like that
My brother's been in jail for years and I still write back
I'm on the block with the guys, man, it's still like that
They say I'm gonna blow, but I still might trap
Yo, I'm smokin' on Stardawg, my wrist cost a half-box
Drivin' them foreigns, see police, we park off
'Cause babes, I'm a crook, I'll still show you what's good
We can go to The Shard or we can go to my hood
[Verse 3]
I put ink on my skin, man, I'm livin' in sin
I give bro couple bags, 'cause he lives in the bin
I'm boilin' this water then dipping it in
Half a box in pebbles, that's minimum cling
So light your weed up if you've ever lost a close friend
Pour your 'gnac if you'll give anything to hold them
I'm comin' from the bottom, teacher said I'm hopeless
But now I'm in a Benz, she's cruisin' in a Focus
[Verse 4]
You ain't real like that, you ain't real like that (Nope)
To tell the truth, you ain't built like that (Never)
Summertime, so the roof peel right back, I'm livin' luxury
And last month, I was livin' up in custody
Not police, then these models want cuffs on me
You ain't real like that
Ridin' with my day ones, I'm in the field like that
Can't phone for a boo, I don't deal like that
[Verse 5]
They say keep your friends far and your enemies close
But it's hard to really know who's your friend on these roads
Fam, it's so real, I told the label I don't even know still
'Cause a couple years ago, I signed up to a Coke deal
And if I stopped gettin' the work, how would the road feel?
But, fam, my life is music
Turnin' up in shows with my ****, fam, I like to do it
Put your phones in the air, this is Lyca music
[Verse 6]
It's summertime, she just wants to have fun and smoke some weed
Told her if she's tryna roll, come and roll with me
My shoes cost a lot, but I get them O's for cheap
I'm overseas in Dolce jeans, I sat down and learned how to cook
From older G's
And now I'm sittin' in the trap smokin' potent weed
And the neighbors, they know it's me
So I gotta keep 'em real nice so they don't phone police
[Verse 7]
You ain't real like that, you ain't real like that (Nope)
To tell the truth, you ain't built like that (Never)
Summertime, so the roof peel right back, I'm livin' luxury
And last month, I was livin' up in custody
Not police, then these models want cuffs on me
You ain't real like that
Ridin' with my day ones, I'm in the field like that
Can't phone for a boo, I don't deal like that
[Verse 8]
You ain't real like that, you ain't real like that (Nope)
To tell the truth, you ain't built like that (Never)
Summertime, so the roof peel right back, I'm livin' luxury
And last month, I was livin' up in custody
Not police, then these models want cuffs on me
You ain't real like that
Ridin' with my day ones, I'm in the field like that
Can't phone for a boo, I don't deal like that
Written by: Fredo