VonOff1700 - For Real Lyrics

Them niggas be dyin', for real
Them niggas be dyin', for real
We layin' that belt on the opps, for real
We layin' that belt on the-, yeah
We layin' that belt on the-
Okay, we layin' that belt on the-
Okay, okay, okay (aight, come on)

We layin' that belt on the opps, for real (for real)
This shit won't never stop, for real (for real, for real)
That nigga done popped him a Yerc, now he wanna slide on von
He fried for real (for real, for real)
When lil three got that wheel, I don't be worried
That boy can drive for real (for real, for real)
This shit is not made up, ask 'bout the opps
Them niggas be dyin', for real (for real, for real)
I told that bitch she broke my heart, I lied
I wasn't even cryin', for real (for real, for real)
He say he caught him a lil' body, he ain't did shit
That lil' boy lyin', for real (for real, for real)
They sayin' all rappers some bitches and sayin' my name
They loosin' they minds, for real (for real, for real)
Ha, I'm young and turnt, I'm up like two hundred plus
And I ain't even sign my deal (come on)

Boy, you a bitch, your lil' ass stayed in the house every time it was time to kill (your bitch ass)
This a straight-eight jeep, you don't even gotta look at the back, you could just tell off the grill
I wish you could ask your homie, but you can't, he know how that hot shit feel (for real)
Who got a lo' on a scat? I ain't got no V's, I'm lookin' for one to go steal (kit)
Hit his ass so many times, the news reporter said she can't believe it's real (wow)
Caught his dumb ass at the light, it was so many bullet holes in the front windshield
Yeah, I'm a player now, but, baby, right after we f*ck, I will not be payin' your bills (I'm not)
The opps like playin' the 'net, where is y'all at? Nigga, come and get in the field (right now)
We killed the nigga on camera, that shit so funny, I'm watchin' this bitch like a reel (replay it)
We all know I got the juice, I can't move loose, so that's why I keep my steel (I'm hot)
I'm finna flex my muscle, if you wanna sign me, I need a couple mills (for real)
The opps out on they block, I'm comin' right through, they ain't got time to shoot (okay)
I love f*ckin' all of the hoes and shootin' my gun, that shit give me a thrill (okay)
Every time we got us a lo', we went out spinnin', it was just me, Three, and Drills (we comin')
I was just on the block, tryna go catch me me an opp, I don't know how I'm up in the hills
We not finna go on a date, lil' baby, so, no, I will not be splittin' the bill (I'm not)

We layin' that belt on the opps, for real (for real)
This shit won't never stop, for real (for real, for real)
That nigga done popped him a Yerc, now he wanna slide on von
He fried for real (for real, for real)
When lil three got that wheel, I don't be worried
That boy can drive for real (for real, for real)
This shit is not made up, ask 'bout the opps
Them niggas be dyin', for real (for real, for real)
I told that bitch she broke my heart, I lied
I wasn't even cryin', for real (for real, for real)
He say he caught him a lil' body, he ain't did shit
That lil' boy lyin', for real (for real, for real)
They sayin' all rappers some bitches and sayin' my name
They loosin' they minds, for real (for real, for real)
Ha, I'm young and turnt, I'm up like two hundred plus
And I ain't even sign my deal (come on)

For real, for real
Nigga, this shit for real, for real
Nigga, this shit get real, for real
This shit for real