[ Featuring hmoney0300 ]
Yeah, yeah, got like three bitches
Hit my line, but they know they can't f*ck with me
Can't stand these niggas
Think they on my level
But they know they can't f*ck with me
Gun on me
Chop gonna sting like a bumblebee
Run up on me, know my niggas gon' shoot
Punched in the face, cause he stepped on my shoe
Take you up top
Get stepped on too
Swiping a blank, I go to the bank
Cash me a check, that's 100 blue faced
She wanna rock, she wanna ride
Call up my phone, bitch, that's my side
Real life, real life, real life
Real life, real life, real life
She hit my line every day of the week
I never reply, we never gon' speak
Wanna get high, so I cop me some tree
Never get on one knee, never buy her a ring
Call it what you want, but you can't call it love
I fell in love with wock, and she know she the one
I know I cannot stop, I know I need some help
See you every day, but still can't tell you how I feel
Getting fever dreams, and I can't tell if that shit real
I know that she fake like her old nigga bills
Just chill
Bad lil' bitch, yeah, she a ten
Said she is a foreign, said she is a foreign
Me and the guys, all to the top
Hate my grind, but it do not stop
What is the clock
Yeah, it's a rollie
I get my money, not stolen
Getting my money, that's real life
Getting my money while you realize
Everybody know that I feel like
Everybody know what I feel like
I feel like I'm running the world, and I'm getting my guap
And I'm stealing your girl
My man's in the a lot, he got the glock
It's getting real
