Lil $tunt - 4Real Lyrics

When you think you locked in, that's when they punch your block in
Gotta stay up on your toes, gotta stay clocked in
Like I'm growing wings, like I played for Boston
Need 300 on me, like a f*cking spartan
130 on the freeway, I ain't leaving room for leeway
Bitches saying cheese when I'm taking all they pictures
Bitches saying please when I'm taking all these pictures
Bitches hitting reefers while I'm writing demon scriptures
How the f*ck you Kill Bill, you ain't no motherf*cking killer
That's a pill you gotta take, I know you a motherf*cking piller
Ain't nobody home, ain't nobody in your attic
Trigger finger itching, see a figure, then it's automatic
I'm erratic, hitting licks through a schematic
They ain't know just what I'm saying, man this shit is enigmatic
Pull up with a dictionary, they don't understand it
Getting tacos with my vatos, make that cheese up real hispanic
Chop up, El Chapo, man, we getting to this guapo
Make it cold in the summer time like we up the f*cking North Pole
Sitting at home, you need to learn to play the role
You in the kings court, you need to learn to play the fool
Those that love me love me but the ones that hate me hate me
Making no mistaking, taking over like Pinky
Go berserk, I go insane, these drugs go to the membrane
Everybody seem to know my name before I introduce myself
Living on the top shelf, and I'm smoking there too
Got my straps up in the trunk and some rope in there too
Play it like chess, no, I ain't sing no county blues
I just been counting blues, eating with my boys like at a carnival
Carnivore, I wasn't on no f*cking honor roll
I just been on a f*cking roll, antisocial as cannibal
Run him out his shit and then I ran it off, ran it off
Quick, 'cause now it's shots he popping off, some pills I'm dropping off
Popping off, like I'm dropping in, familiar
Money exponential, you been living off of linear
Like I'm Phineas, these homies piping down like Ferb
I'ma hit you with a verb, this shits absurd, I swear
No, bitch, I ain't taking your lines
Like keep to your own, I'ma keep to mines
Working in the mines, I'm materializing gold
But I gotta keep a jacket on, this shit be getting cold
Your shit be getting cold like some day old pie
I ain't lie, look me straight in the eye
Fighting for your life in this bitch, I ain't lying
Leaving bitches crying, that's a crime, my shit be too fine
(Living on the top shelf, and I'm smoking there too)
(Got my straps up in the trunk and some rope in there too)
(Play it like chess, no, I ain't sing no county blues)
(I just been counting blues, eating with my boys like at a carnival)
(Carnivore, I wasn't on no f*cking honor roll)
(I just been on a f*cking roll, antisocial as cannibal)
(Run him out his shit and then I ran it off, ran it off)
(Quick, 'cause now it's shots he popping off, some pills I'm dropping off)
(Popping off, like I'm dropping in, familiar)
(Money exponential, you been living off of linear)
(Like I'm Phineas, these homies piping down like Ferb)
(I'ma hit you with a verb, this shits absurd, I swear)