Real Rap

I'm tired of bitches, with this internet shit

Y'all ain't never outside, y'all don't never do shit

Next bitch flex bands, next bitch getting stripped

Over my big sis, I done let it drip

You bitches posting with them guns, but y'all don't ever pop shit

How you a shooter, bitch, but you ain't never shot shit?

I'm really outside with that strap, set tripping

Bitch, you on the net with that strap, net tripping

Thinking shit sweet, got your wig snatched

Dropped the addy hella times and all y'all did was cap

By the way, you **** ain't worth 30K

Ain't no point to line you up and show them **** where you lay

Lil' paranoid fuck ****

Y-you ain't worth no bucks, ****

I'm a five-star bitch, you **** is some five-star tricks

You **** is some five-star tricks

I'm a active lil' bitch, reverse cowgirl

While I'm playing with his balls, lil' ratchet ass bitch

Aye B, let 'em know what's good

Pussy so good, he banged it on his hood

A-aye B, let 'em know what's good

You feeling soggy towards sis, then bitch, we ain't good

And ****, you banging on yo dead ****, now he blowing up

'Cause you said you was gon slap me, but I never got touched

Yeah, y'all was saying y'all was brothers

But over me, y'all was finna smoke each other

Had them **** choosing us and they knew y'all way before me

You bitches from they hood, they 'posed too be your homies

How you let an opp bitch pull up with your brodies?

You bitches made statuses, but wasn't getting on me

Let that shit drip and didn't nobody drip on me

Y'all blood cousins tried to pass me they .40

Ain't no bitch out here co-signing for me

These hourly donations got my pockets looking holy

Yeah, and if my sisters fading a bitch

I'ma line it up with whoever came with the bitch

Line it up (Line it up)

Line it up (Line it up)

Line it up (Line it up)

Line it up (Line it up)

Line it up (Line it up)

Line it up (Line it up)

Line it up (Line it up)

Line it up

B-b-bitch, knock it off, you been got stripped

T-t-took the bitch phone and her bucket got flipped

Heard Mudda was pulling up, so they all pulled off

And don't square up with me 'cause you know I'm letting off

Yeah, I ain't turning shit down in here

Any bitch can run it like it's Chris Brown in here

Legs crossed looking real bust down in here

Like let me sit my lil' pretty ass down somewhere

How y'all running y'all mouths is how I had y'all running

You flexing other people shit to try to match how I'm coming

Bitch, y-you ain't ready for the shit I'm on

Yeah, b-broke bitch probably need a loan

Ha, facts

Ain't no bitch let it drip on me and that's facts

Ain't no bitch let it drip on me and that's facts

Ain't no bitch let it drip on me and that's facts

Real rap, all facts, I clap first, don't nobody clap back, aye

Real rap, all facts, I-I clap first, don't nobody clap back, yeah

Real rap, all facts, I'm clapping first and don't nobody clap back

Real rap, all facts, I'm clapping first and don't nobody clap back

Yea, I wasn't put on this world for you bitches to like me

Y'all don't know whether y'all want to eat my pussy or fight me (Faggot)

Ha, nerd, nerd, you ain't ready for the shit I'm on

Yeah, b-broke bitch probably need a loan

Yeah, b-b-broke bitch probably need a loan

Yeah, you ain't ready for the shit I'm on

You ain't ready for the shit I'm on

Ha, broke bitch, broke bitch, probably need a loan

Yeah, b-b-broke bitch probably need a loan

Yeah, you ain't ready for the shit I'm on

You ain't ready for the shit I'm on

Ha, broke bitch, broke bitch probably need a loan (Broke bitch)