For Real lyrics

[Intro]
P-P-Produced by Cre8
Bah, bah
100 Round Goon
Heroin on a spoon
I'm dope

[Chorus]
Load up that chopper, yeah, we on that sh*t
You n*ggas duckin' and hidin', don't be on that sh*t
My n*ggas ridin', they shootin' it quick
Damn he got shot in his eye, he can't use it again
Uh, I'm a Rich Shoota for real
Once you get slimed, Q Da Fool pay the bill, b*tch
No one could defuse it for real
Them choppers and Dracos, we use 'em for real, b*tch
I need a beat from Pharrell
100 Round Goon really thuggin' for real (slide with them sticks)
If I give her Gucci and Louis, she gon' set him up
That n*gga die 'bout a b*tch
Not usin' no TEC or no Uzi, this Drac' wet 'em up
When I caught him lackin', drum him and his clique
These rappers on feminine sh*t
No, I'm not totin' no limited clips

[Verse 1]
You want a brick, I made Cinnamon Ridge
Her pus*y good, that sh*t taste like some cinnamon
The way them boys rappin', you know I invented it
You lookin' broke as sh*t, I'm at the dealership
Since I got rich, gotta watch who I'm dealin' with
Poppin' a hundred clip, I'm killin' ten of 'em
f*ck all these rappers, no, I'm not no friend of 'em
Damn, I know you ain't mad 'cause I'm winnin'
This ain't no Youtube sh*t, we really spinnin'
When it's time to kill, a hundred n*ggas with it
And I spent a hundred on jewelry, I'm gifted
Catch you and your man in that car, I'ma flip it
I'm way too real and I'm way too street
Make a half a mil' on a one way street
n*ggas act like hoes and they jewelry look cheap
21, two sons, feel like Big Meech, b*tch
[Chorus]
Load up that chopper, yeah, we on that sh*t
You n*ggas duckin' and hidin', don't be on that sh*t
My n*ggas ridin', they shootin' it quick
Damn he got shot in his eye, he can't use it again
Uh, I'm a Rich Shoota for real
Once you get slimed, Q Da Fool pay the bill, b*tch
No one could defuse it for real
Them choppers and Dracos, we use 'em for real, b*tch
I need a beat from Pharrell
100 Round Goon really thuggin' for real (slide with them sticks)
If I give her Gucci and Louis, she gon' set him up
That n*gga die 'bout a b*tch
Not usin' no TEC or no Uzi, this Drac' wet 'em up
When I caught him lackin', drum him and his clique
These rappers on feminine sh*t
No, I'm not totin' no limited clips

[Verse 2]
I don't owe nan n*gga sh*t
You ain't pay my bill, you don't pay my rent
No, I'm not shocked that these b*tch n*ggas switched
Couple bodies gon' drop when you get in this sh*t
Yeah, that's the life that I live
I got that lil micro and it's right by my leg
She smokin' pipe, she a head
I got a lil white ho, she be stealin' me meds
Don't let me find out these n*ggas not violent
Don't let me find out where you n*ggas hidin'
We got them poles, now it's smoke in the air
You was destined to crash, wasn't hope over here
Uh, now I got a bust down Rollie
Bust down chain, and a Range Rover in my ear
Told Shine I don't want a plain
sh*t look like lame, everything dancin' over here
Everbody die, Charles Manson over here
Sent them the bands, so the Phantom, I'm switchin' the gears
I'm a Rich Shoota soldier
I heard that b*tch on my di*k, tell her meet me up here
Perfect timing, no need for hold ups
I'm gettin' head while I'm drivin', forgot how to steer
How you a boss and your n*ggas not eatin'?
You hate on your clique, that's as fake as it get
[Chorus]
Load up that chopper, yeah, we on that sh*t
You n*ggas duckin' and hidin', don't be on that sh*t
My n*ggas ridin', they shootin' it quick
Damn he got shot in his eye, he can't use it again
Uh, I'm a Rich Shoota for real
Once you get slimed, Q Da Fool pay the bill, b*tch
No one could defuse it for real
Them choppers and Dracos, we use 'em for real, b*tch
I need a beat from Pharrell
100 Round Goon really thuggin' for real (slide with them sticks)
If I give her Gucci and Louis, she gon' set him up
That n*gga die 'bout a b*tch
Not usin' no TEC or no Uzi, this Drac' wet 'em up
When I caught him lackin', drum him and his clique
These rappers on feminine sh*t
No, I'm not totin' no limited clips