Real Life lyrics

[Hook]
I swang a b*tch with the paper tag
I copped the Wraith just to make em mad
I f*ck a hoe look like Stacy Dash
I f*ck these b*tches in real life
All my hoes do a lot of blow
I make a hoe kiss another hoe
Club God I get a lot of dough
I get this paper in real life
It's f*ck a hater in real life
I drive these cars in real life
I f*ck these broads in real life
Texas Hammers the squad in real life
Hold up hold up hold up hold up hold up
Bad b*tch with me when I roll up
I get this paper in real life
It's f*ck these haters in real life

[Verse 1 - BeatKing]
Zilla Zilla I'm the truth
Pull up in the coup with a swoop
I got that 'Lac with no roof
I got that Ac in my juice
You tryna jack then I shoot
Kill a n*gga then I'm back in the booth
Your baby mom on my di*k
I hit her from the back and then take off my swoopes
I got b*tches, I got paper
Put the 'Lac on them swangers
You kiss hoes, that's amazing
She suck di*k, I can't save her
That's the code, b*tch I'm throwed
Wrist is froze, pimpin' hoes
Tippin' fours, trunk exposed
With the neon lights before it close
BeatKing swingin' something mean
I got bread like [?]
If your b*tch on my di*k on my Instagram pic tell her come clean
Cause you know Club got the [?]
She call me daddy, no foster
I stay p*ssin' off these haters
Six years in, I ain't exhausted
[Hook]
I swang a b*tch with the paper tag
I copped the Wraith just to make em mad
I f*ck a hoe look like Stacy Dash
I f*ck these b*tches in real life
All my hoes do a lot of blow
I make a hoe kiss another hoe
Club God I get a lot of dough
I get this paper in real life
It's f*ck a hater in real life
I drive these cars in real life
I f*ck these broads in real life
Texas Hammers the squad in real life
Hold up hold up hold up hold up hold up
Bad b*tch with me when I roll up
I get this paper in real life
It's f*ck these haters in real life

[Verse 2 - BeatKing]
b*tch I've been stackin' this cake
I got the racks in my safe
Your hoe on my di*k? n*gga, oh well
She threw it back at my hotel
Passed her to my partners cause I'm generous
The sh*t you rap about I'm livin' it
That's why your baby momma feelin' it
Ain't no other n*gga trill as this
I got percs, I got xans
I got mollies, whatchu need?
Mixed the sh*t with the lean
Now this b*tch on her knees
I didn't do it, it was the drugs
All these strippers showin' me love
Club Godzilla, ain't no other n*gga trilla
Pull up in a mothaf*ckin' three wheeler
Sittin' on the floor with a hoe
I run Texas, you ain't know
Not for play, n*gga real life
I had a threesome with your real wife
Like Bun B I live a trill life
If it ain't foreign it don't feel right
They done discontinued Ac
Cause out of town n*ggas can't pop a seal right
[Hook]
I swang a b*tch with the paper tag
I copped the Wraith just to make em mad
I f*ck a hoe look like Stacy Dash
I f*ck these b*tches in real life
All my hoes do a lot of blow
I make a hoe kiss another hoe
Club God I get a lot of dough
I get this paper in real life
It's f*ck a hater in real life
I drive these cars in real life
I f*ck these broads in real life
Texas Hammers the squad in real life
Hold up hold up hold up hold up hold up
Bad b*tch with me when I roll up
I get this paper in real life
It's f*ck these haters in real life