Foreala

Chetta

Lately, i don't really give a Fuck about that dumb shit Fuck that dumb shit mane Fuck that other shit man hey, yeah Fuck feelings i don't got those I be curving like cut throat I be swerving them potholes Probably taking all your hoes We don't fuck with no 5-0 I put packs in the bandos I count racks on the low low Ima have to hit and go go Ima have to hit it woah woah Ima have to hit it slo-mo turn a bad hoe To no more whole bow Just to smoke smoke and my choppa Just a throw-a-way don't give a fuck What nobody say Im eating off every single plate Tell em fill me up i want every scrape Yeah yeah bitch im rolling Like a eighteen wheelеr smoking dope And i hang with them killers i dip molly I еat acid on the real On the reala oh foreala? Oh foreal? Oh foreala! Always flexy Always worky i don't fill up Why he clutchy always clutchy On the trigger i got bags I got bags what you figure Hang in the trap in the trap Where i live run it for me Bring it back and ima surf All these packs im bringing back A lot of work i don't even mean to flex But i got work i got Im flex… bitch im flexing now I got money now try and check me now No you can’t play me now Know just what i want want Know just what you won't don't No no i won't front you Tell me what you want to do Im flex, Im Flex, Im flex, Im flex Big Glock in the console Two pills thats a combo I was booming out condos Pulling out in them quattros Give no fuck about a follow Ive been real since a day old I tote steel like shaq o I don't feel none of you hoes I don't feel none of you hoes Smoking dope at the fillmore If i fall ima still roll Pain killer just to feel more And my heart like a steel door And my trap like a festival Come thru but you can’t go I just need to know whats real tho Oh foreala! Always flexy Always worky i don't fill up Why he clutchy always clutchy On the trigger i got bags I got bags what you figure Hang in the trap in the trap Where i livea run it for me Bring it back and ima surf All these packs im bringing back A lot of work i don't even mean to flex But i got work i got Im flex… bitch im flexing now I got money now try and check me now No you can't play me now Know just what i want want Know just what you won't don't No no i won't front you Tell me what you want to do

Written by: Joshua MarchettaLyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind

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