VonOff1700 - For Real lyrics

Them niggas be dyin', for real
Them niggas be dyin', for real
We layin' that belt on the opps, for real
We layin' that belt on the—, yeah
We layin' that belt on the
Okay, we layin' that belt on the
Okay, okay, okay (Aight come on)

We layin' that belt on the opps, for real
(For real)
This shit won't never stop, for real
(For real, for real)
That nigga done popped him a yerc
Now he wanna slide on Von, he fried for real
(For real, for real)
When Lil Three got that wheel
I don't bе worried
That boy can drive for real
(For rеal, for real)
This shit is not made up, ask 'bout
The opps, them niggas be dyin', for real


(For real, for real)
I told that bitch she broke my heart
I lied, I wasn't even cryin', for real
(For real, for real)
He say he caught him a lil' body, he
Ain't did shit, that lil' boy lyin'
For real (For real, for real)
They sayin' all rappers some
Bitches and sayin'
My name, they loosin' they minds, for real
(For real, for real)
Ha, I'm young and turnt
I'm up like two hundred plus and
I ain't even sign my deal (Come on)

Boy, you a bitch
Your lil' ass stayed in the house every
Time it was time to kill (Your bitch ass)
This a straight-eight Jeep, you don't even
Gotta look at the back
You could just tell off the grill
I wish you could ask your
Homie, but you can't
He know how that hot shit feel (For real)
Who got a lo' on a Scat? I ain't got no V's
I'm lookin' for one to go steal (Kit)
Hit his ass so many times
The news reporter said she
Can't believe it's real (Wow)
Caught his dumb ass at the light
It was so many bullet holes
In the front windshield
Yeah, I'm a player now, but
Baby, right after we f**k
I will not be payin' your bills (I'm not)
The opps like playin' the 'net
Where is y'all at? Nigga
Come and get in the field (Right now)
We killed the nigga on camera
That shit so funny
I'm watchin' this bitch like a Reel
(Replay it) we all know I got the
Juice, I can't move loose
So that's why I keep my steel (I'm hot)
I'm finna flex my muscle, if
You wanna sign me, i need a couple mills
(For real) the opps out on they block
I'm comin' right through
They ain't got time to shoot (Okay)
I love f**kin' all of the
Hoes and shootin' my gun
That shit give me a thrill (Okay)
Every time we got us a lo', we went
Out spinnin', it was just me, Three
And Drills (We comin')
I was just on the block, tryna
Go catch me me an opp
I don't know how I'm up in the hills
We not finna go on a date, lil' baby, so, no
I will not be splittin' the bill (I'm not)

We layin' that belt on the opps, for real
(Come on, come on)
This shit won't never stop, for real
(For real, for real)
That nigga done popped him a yerc
Now he wanna slide on Von, he fried for real
(For real, for real)
When Lil Three got that wheel
I don't be worried
That boy can drive for real
(For real, for real)
This shit is not made up, ask about
The opps, them niggas be dyin', for real
(For real, for real)
I told that bitch she broke my heart
I lied, I wasn't even cryin', for real
(For real, for real)
He say he caught him a lil' body, he
Ain't did shit, that lil' boy lyin'
For real (For real, for real)
They sayin' all rappers some
Bitches and sayin'
My name, they loosin' they minds, for real
(For real, for real)
Ha, I'm young and turnt
I'm up like two hundred plus and
I ain't even sign my deal (Come on)

For real, for real
Nigga, this shit for real, for real
Nigga, this shit get real, for real
This shit for real