Realer

Say, ****, I don't wanna talk

Meet me at the bank, show me what you really 'bout

**** ain't real when the shit really count

That's why I keep my lil' cat in they mouth

Say, bitch, I don't gotta cap

Everything I talk, yeah, I really did that

If you want beef, then my bitch gon' scratch

I'ma get the money, so I let her handle that, woo

Free JT, aye

Real bitches fuck with me, aye

I don't do shit for the free, man

Y'all **** gotta pay me, aye

Put some respect on my team, huh

I'm the 1501 queen, aye

Bitch, you better learn who run it

'Cause all this money gotta come through me, aye

I keep it realer than real

Fuck all the critics, and fuck how they feel

I'm getting money, it is what it is

They wanna know how I did what I did

Don't worry 'bout why I do what I do, bitch

'Cause I ain't worried 'bout you, bitch

Nah, I don't wanna be cool, bitch

Still hangin' with the same crew, aye

Cut a **** off and my checks got bigger

Rich-bitch shit got a broke ho bitter

Outta any bitch, I'm the hardest in the litter

If you think she bad, put her in, let me get her

Y'all praisin' bitches that's doin' the minimum

They put that check in my hand, now I'm killin' 'em

Don't wanna link with these bitches, ain't feelin' 'em

I'd knock the shit out that bitch like a enema, ah

Yeah, hmm

I know these bitches want the recipe for this hot shit

I told them bitches I ain't gon' let one hater stop shit

I ain't gon' let no hater stop shit

Hmm, Gucci down, these **** love the way I rock shit

I'm a real rap bitch, this ain't no pop shit

Aye, yeah

These hoes know who to play with

On the internet all with the gang shit

They love to talk hot shit with a lame bitch

But when they come around me, they don't say shit, aye

Your shit ain't pop 'cause it ain't hot

Keep talking trash, I'ma come take you out

Straight to the top, you cannot reach me

Ain't fucking these ****, I'm making them eat me

Got that big budget with no major deal

Don't wanna fly out to go eat a meal

I am not signin' for less than a mill'

If you don't like it, then fuck how you feel

Go to Dreams, fuck with kale, J-bone, what's the deal?

In the section with them bands

Bring them girls over here

I keep it realer than real

Fuck all them critics, and fuck how they feel

I'm getting money, it is what it is

They wanna know how I did what I did

Don't worry 'bout why I do what I do, bitch

'Cause I ain't worried 'bout you, bitch

Nah, I don't wanna be cool, bitch

Still hangin' with the same crew, aye