Forreal Lyrics – SCY Jimm
Singer: SCY Jimm
Title: Forreal
Ayy
Ayy, yeah, kill one of you n#gg#s ’bout that guap for real [‘Bout that, ayy, yeah, ayy
Ayy, no pen, no pad, this sh#t off the top for real [Ayy, ayy, this sh#t off the top
Ayy, remember when we was thuggin’ on that block for real [Ayy, we was on that block
Ayy, he cappin’ for his fans, know he ain’t shot no Glock for real [Fah, ayy, fah, ayy, yeah
Ayy, this rap sh#t don’t work, b#tch, I might just rob a bank [Ayy, rackie robber
I ain’t nothin’ like these rappers, don’t know what you n#gg#s think [I don’t know what you n#gg#s think
Ayy, these p#ss# n#gg#s hate, ayy, they pillow talk for rank [They pillow talk for rank
Ayy, it’s funny how I’m doing everything they said I can’t [Ayy, ayy, ayy]
Plus, ayy, I’m doing this sh#t without a deal [Without a deal
When I say that we got hella clips, I ain’t talking ’bout no reels [Fah, fah, fah, fah
Even though I’m from the ‘jects [Ugh], I’ll still f#ck a b#tch in the Hills [Uh-ugh, ugh, ugh
And she eat this dick like food [Hoo], she know I’m worth a lot of mills [Ayy, ayy, yeah
I’m having motion like a sensor, n#gg#, yeah
I keep that fire like it’s December [Fah, fah], take his mind [Gloww], he won’t remember [Gloww
Drop a bag, that sh#t so simple, n#gg# [Ayy], yeah [Yeah
Pop his #ss just like a pimple, I be tryna work on my temper [Mmm
When sh#t get real, a n#gg# don’t fold
Did dirt with n#gg#s, but they told
He tried to run down, bruh done ran down, fah-fah, took his soul [Gloww, boww-boww
These n#gg#s sitting on their #ss, I’m chasing cash even when I’m old [Ayy, even when I’m old
Steady lying, your fans the only things that bought that sh#t you sold [Bought that sh#t you sold
Ayy, lil’ shawty p#ss# bald, I call her Ms. Clean [Ayy, I call her, ayy, yeah], yeah
I be smoking gas, plus I’m sipping lean [I’m sipping lean], yeah
They can have the city, I got bigger dreams [Got bigger dreams], ayy
We don’t do no hating, all my n#gg#s eating [Come on], yeah
Kill one of you n#gg#s ’bout that guap for real [‘Bout that, ayy, yeah, ayy
Ayy, no pen, no pad, this sh#t off the top for real [Ayy, ayy, this sh#t off the top
Ayy, remember when we was thuggin’ on that block for real [Ayy, we was on that block
Ayy, he cappin’ for his fans, know he ain’t shot no Glock for real [Fah, ayy, fah, ayy, yeah
Ayy, this rap sh#t don’t work, b#tch, I might just rob a bank [Ayy, rackie robber
I ain’t nothin’ like these rappers, don’t know what you n#gg#s think [I don’t know what you n#gg#s think
Ayy, these p#ss# n#gg#s hate, ayy, they pillow talk for rank [They pillow talk for rank
Ayy, it’s funny how I’m doing everything they said I can’t [Ayy, ayy, ayy]
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