Foreala

Lyrics

[Intro] Lately, I don't really give a fuck about that dumb shit Fuck that dumb shit mane, fuck that other shit man Hey, yeah [Verse 1] Fuck feelings, I don't got those I be curving like Cut Throat I be swerving them potholes Probably taking all your hoes We don't fuck with no 5-0 I put packs in the bandos I count racks on the low-low Ima have to hit and go-go I'ma have to hit it woah-woah I'ma have to hit it slo-mo Turn a bad hoe to no more Whole bow just to smoke-smoke And my choppa just a throwaway Don't give a fuck what nobody say I'm eating off every single plate Tell 'em fill me up, I want every scrape Yeah yeah, bitch I'm rolling like a eighteen wheelеr Smoking dope and I hang with them killers I dip molly, I еat acid on the real, on the reala Oh, foreala? Oh, for real? [Chorus] Oh, foreala! Always flexy, always worky, I don't fill up Why he clutchy, always clutchy on the trigger? I got bags, I got bags, what you figure? Hang in the trap, In the trap where I live Run it for me, bring it back and I'ma surf All these packs I'm bringing back, a lot of work I don't even mean to flex but I got work, I got I'm flex Bitch I'm flexing now, I got money now Try and check me now No you can't play me now Know just what I want, want Know just what you won't, don't No-no, I won't front you Tell me what you want to do [Interlude] I'm flex I'm flex I'm flex I'm flex [Verse 2] Big Glock in the console Two pills, that's a combo I was booming out condos Pulling out in them quattros Give no fuck about a follow I've been real since a day old I tote steel like Shaq-O I don't feel none of you hoes I don't feel none of you hoes Smoking dope at the fillmore If I fall I'ma still roll Painkiller just to feel more And my heart like a steel door And my trap like a festival Come thru but you can't go I just need to know what's real tho Oh, foreala? [Chorus] Oh, foreala! Always flexy, always worky, I don't fill up Why he clutchy, always clutchy on the trigger? I got bags, I got bags, what you figure? Hang in the trap, In the trap where i live Run it for me, bring it back and I'ma surf All these packs I'm bringing back, a lot of work I don't even mean to flex but I got work, I got I'm flex Bitch I'm flexing now, I got money now Try and check me now No you can't play me now Know just what I want, want Know just what you won't, don't No-no, I won't front you Tell me what you want to do