SCY Jimm - Forreal lyrics
[SCY Jimm - Forreal lyrics]
Ayy, mm
Ayy, yeah, kill one of you niggas 'bout
That guap for real ayy, no pen, no pad
This shit off the top for real
Ayy, remember when we was
Thuggin' on that block
For real Ayy, he cappin' for his fans
Know he ain't shot no Glock for real
(Fah, ayy, fah, ayy, yeah)
Ayy, this rap shit don't work, bitch
I might just rob a bank (Ayy, rackie robber)
I ain't nothin' like these rappers
Don't know what you niggas think
Ayy, these pussy niggas hate, ayy
They pillow talk for rank
Ayy, it's funny how I'm doin'
Everything they said I can't
Plus, ayy, I'm doing this shit without a deal
When I say that we got hella clips
I ain't talkin' 'bout no reels
(Fah, fah, fah, fah)
Even though I'm from the 'jects
(Ugh) , I'll still fuck a bitch
In the Hills (Ugh-ugh, ugh, ugh)
And she eat this dick like food
(Hoo) , she know I'm worth a
Lot of mills (Ayy, ayy, yeah)
I'm havin' motion like a sensor, nigga, yeah
I keep that fire like it's December
(Fah, fah) , take his mind
He won't remember (Glaow, glaow)
Drop a bag, that shit so simple, nigga
(Ayy) , yeah (yeah)
Pop his ass just like a pimple
I be tryna work on my temper (Mm)
When shit get real, a nigga don't
Fold, did dirt with niggas, but they told
He tried to run down, bruh done ran down Fah
Fah took his soul (Glaow, baow, baow)
These niggas sittin' on their ass
I'm chasin' cash even when I'm old
Steady lyin', your fans the only things that
Bought that shit you sold
Ayy, lil' shawty pussy bald, I
Call her Ms clean, yeah
I be smokin' gas, plus I'm sippin' lean, ayy
They can have the city, I got bigger dreams
Ayy
We don't do no hatin', all my niggas eatin'
(Come on) , yeah
Ayy, yeah, kill one of you niggas 'bout
That guap for real ayy, no pen, no pad
This shit off the top for real
Ayy, remember when we was
Thuggin' on that block
For real Ayy, he cappin' for his fans
Know he ain't shot no Glock for real
(Fah, ayy, fah, ayy, yeah)
Ayy, this rap shit don't work, bitch
I might just rob a bank (Ayy, rackie robber)
I ain't nothin' like these rappers
Don't know what you niggas think
Ayy, these pussy niggas hate, ayy
They pillow talk for rank
Ayy, it's funny how I'm doin'
Everything they said I can't
Ayy, yeah, kill one of you niggas 'bout
That guap for real ayy, no pen, no pad
This shit off the top for real
Ayy, remember when we was
Thuggin' on that block
For real Ayy, he cappin' for his fans
Know he ain't shot no Glock for real
(Fah, ayy, fah, ayy, yeah)
Ayy, this rap shit don't work, bitch
I might just rob a bank (Ayy, rackie robber)
I ain't nothin' like these rappers
Don't know what you niggas think
Ayy, these pussy niggas hate, ayy
They pillow talk for rank
Ayy, it's funny how I'm doin'
Everything they said I can't
Plus, ayy, I'm doing this shit without a deal
When I say that we got hella clips
I ain't talkin' 'bout no reels
(Fah, fah, fah, fah)
Even though I'm from the 'jects
(Ugh) , I'll still fuck a bitch
In the Hills (Ugh-ugh, ugh, ugh)
And she eat this dick like food
(Hoo) , she know I'm worth a
Lot of mills (Ayy, ayy, yeah)
I'm havin' motion like a sensor, nigga, yeah
I keep that fire like it's December
(Fah, fah) , take his mind
He won't remember (Glaow, glaow)
Drop a bag, that shit so simple, nigga
(Ayy) , yeah (yeah)
Pop his ass just like a pimple
I be tryna work on my temper (Mm)
When shit get real, a nigga don't
Fold, did dirt with niggas, but they told
He tried to run down, bruh done ran down Fah
Fah took his soul (Glaow, baow, baow)
These niggas sittin' on their ass
I'm chasin' cash even when I'm old
Steady lyin', your fans the only things that
Bought that shit you sold
Ayy, lil' shawty pussy bald, I
Call her Ms clean, yeah
I be smokin' gas, plus I'm sippin' lean, ayy
They can have the city, I got bigger dreams
Ayy
We don't do no hatin', all my niggas eatin'
(Come on) , yeah
Ayy, yeah, kill one of you niggas 'bout
That guap for real ayy, no pen, no pad
This shit off the top for real
Ayy, remember when we was
Thuggin' on that block
For real Ayy, he cappin' for his fans
Know he ain't shot no Glock for real
(Fah, ayy, fah, ayy, yeah)
Ayy, this rap shit don't work, bitch
I might just rob a bank (Ayy, rackie robber)
I ain't nothin' like these rappers
Don't know what you niggas think
Ayy, these pussy niggas hate, ayy
They pillow talk for rank
Ayy, it's funny how I'm doin'
Everything they said I can't