Tay Cozart - 4Real lyrics
[Tay Cozart - 4Real lyrics]
I’m outchea eating 4 real (esketit)
I just b boolan 4real
I gotta get it 4 real (let’s get it)
Niggas b cappn 4real (4real, uh huh)
Yeah I just want dem benjis on 4nem
You a whole goofy yeen getting to the money
You boys want clout but
Im inkove with deposit's
I’ll never ever fold swea
These niggas ain’t solid
I feel like the coldest
Dukes scream Ima problem
Got it out the mud swea
I came from the bottom
No Time for dese hoes so I gave up my watches
Niggas stay fronting but Tay get it popping
Certified stepper I’m stepping on dey neck
I’m up now boy u worried bout the next
Real recognize real but these bittys shella
Iffy
Im the coldest Ina city so alotta niggas envy
Running up a bag man dem hoes gone feel me
Don’t do no cappn just keep it a hunnid
Niggas mad salty I’m too undarated
Really slept on swea these niggas b hating
Fuck allat hating man let’s get this papa
I keep it real but dese niggas punk faking
Yo fav rapper b biting my flava I
Got the sauce Ian talking bout a1
Only 16 but these niggas my sons
They steady jocking I feel like the don
Can't trust these bittys hoe word to my moms
Me and broke niggas just can’t get along
Phone rings
Tay get it jumping like 23 boy u a
Rookie so no we can't kick it
Ion trust a soul cause
Dese niggas countrified
You hating on me but I’m running up digit's
Niggas mad pressed and these
Hoes in dey feelings
Once I’m at the top swea
Dem boys gone feel it
I’m bouta flex gone be damned if I didn’t
Keep dese hoes hanging ain’t
Talking bou lintchin
I’m steady getting up unda they skin
Man I b thuggin can’t b yo girlfriend
I’m making money boy ion make friends
Niggas stay flagging but I’m setting trends
Stay down for too long so I’m bouta eat
Got dese hoes bitter what
I’m kickn ain’t sweet
Internet beefin b you a whole goofy
I got the big head ain’t talking bout Stewie
I run the game you boys ona bleachers
Im going ape shit Ian talking bout ceaser
Bodying niggas like Nas onat ether
I’m ona hot shit like I gotta fever
I just b boolan 4real
I gotta get it 4 real (let’s get it)
Niggas b cappn 4real (4real, uh huh)
Yeah I just want dem benjis on 4nem
You a whole goofy yeen getting to the money
You boys want clout but
Im inkove with deposit's
I’ll never ever fold swea
These niggas ain’t solid
I feel like the coldest
Dukes scream Ima problem
Got it out the mud swea
I came from the bottom
No Time for dese hoes so I gave up my watches
Niggas stay fronting but Tay get it popping
Certified stepper I’m stepping on dey neck
I’m up now boy u worried bout the next
Real recognize real but these bittys shella
Iffy
Im the coldest Ina city so alotta niggas envy
Running up a bag man dem hoes gone feel me
Don’t do no cappn just keep it a hunnid
Niggas mad salty I’m too undarated
Really slept on swea these niggas b hating
Fuck allat hating man let’s get this papa
I keep it real but dese niggas punk faking
Yo fav rapper b biting my flava I
Got the sauce Ian talking bout a1
Only 16 but these niggas my sons
They steady jocking I feel like the don
Can't trust these bittys hoe word to my moms
Me and broke niggas just can’t get along
Phone rings
Tay get it jumping like 23 boy u a
Rookie so no we can't kick it
Ion trust a soul cause
Dese niggas countrified
You hating on me but I’m running up digit's
Niggas mad pressed and these
Hoes in dey feelings
Once I’m at the top swea
Dem boys gone feel it
I’m bouta flex gone be damned if I didn’t
Keep dese hoes hanging ain’t
Talking bou lintchin
I’m steady getting up unda they skin
Man I b thuggin can’t b yo girlfriend
I’m making money boy ion make friends
Niggas stay flagging but I’m setting trends
Stay down for too long so I’m bouta eat
Got dese hoes bitter what
I’m kickn ain’t sweet
Internet beefin b you a whole goofy
I got the big head ain’t talking bout Stewie
I run the game you boys ona bleachers
Im going ape shit Ian talking bout ceaser
Bodying niggas like Nas onat ether
I’m ona hot shit like I gotta fever