Lil Yachty - Real Life lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, aye

Coming home to a nice bitch and
A four car garage house
Seven fifty on my new bitch for
An all white Margelia blouse
It’s hard to ever have sex
She so good with the mouth (Shee)
Yeah, kickin’ em’ out
All these new rappers, I’m gettin’ them out
(Go, go)
Shippin’ em out, left for my brother
He shippin’ em’ out (He know, know)
Christian Dior from 93’, we ain’t the same
(No, no)
Niggas will never be rich as the Boat
Got the clout in they veins

Tip toein’ all on a bitch
Condo look like the Ritz
I caught a bad bitch fix
Leave it all over her tit's
Yeah, pop my shit, yeah, run with my click
Yeah tote my stick, yeah, ride round’
Me and my bitch, yeah
Niggas see red, see red (Frrd)
Think something wrong with my head
Never correlate with the feds
Slide in that pussy like a sled
Slide in that pussy like a Slatt
Two number ones like a Mac
Brother go back, to back
Earrings sittin’ on Shaq
Baby girl bring your friends
She wanna see what the kid on
Niggas ain’t give me cred
Niggas know I put that shit on

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, aye

Coming home to a nice bitch and
A four car garage house
Seven fifty on my new bitch for
An all white Margelia blouse
It’s hard to ever have sex
She so good with the mouth (yeah)
Yeah, kickin’ em’ out
All these new rappers, I’m gettin’ them out
(Go, go)
Shippin’ em out, left for my brother
He shippin’ em’ out (He know, know)
Christian Dior from 93’, we ain’t the same
(No, no)
Niggas will never be rich as the Boat
Got the clout in they veins

Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm
Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee
Suck on my dick for a Chanel spree
Chanel fee pharmacy Boat, codeine pee
Only in peace lil Roddy Rich will go eat you
Six different hoes in the Bentley coupe
Brothers right under my mothers before
All of these bitches, they useless
Keep thinking’ Boat they gon’ get you
I catch you, I knock yo’ ass toothless
Average in school, I excelled in life
Still a young nigga, can’t have me no wife
Color purple, silly, fill up my Sprite
I been with G’s, they hollarin’ at night
Thinkin’ that way for beef
Them niggas ready for anything
Small ass diamonds on your neck
We call that a spaghetti chain

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, aye

Coming home to a nice bitch and
A four car garage house
Seven fifty on my new bitch for
An all white Margelia blouse
It’s hard to ever have sex
She so good with the mouth (Shee)
Yeah, kickin’ em’ out
All these new rappers, I’m gettin’ them out
(Go, go)
Shippin’ em out, left for my brother
He shippin’ em’ out (He know, know)
Christian Dior from 93’, we ain’t the same
(No, no)
Niggas will never be rich as the Boat
Got the clout in they veins

Mmm, give me my credit