I’m Fo Real Young Thug

[Verse 1]
All my bitches say I act so numb
'Cause I got four birds on Christmas
I got so many birds stuffed in a rental
I might get one of them fucked off in a bando
Hey bro, we got a lot of work to do, bae
I'm not gonna let her get in my head like crochets
I got a habit of buying my kids all the new J's
I'm just boolin' in that Phantom drinkin' on Bool-Aid
Okay Boo, okay mo'fuckin' Boo
Let's break the rules, if I don't know you niggas, you food
Ayy, grab that tool, that Lil Mexico, that wooly, wooly, wooly
Been through hell, but I'm God's gift like Kooly, Kooly
Shout out to Skooly, Skooly, my life the truthest, truthest, ooh
I'm just bickin' it with my bloods and we boolin', boolin'
A motion picture, picture, my life is a movie, movie, movie
Like Shaq feet, y'all been gay
But I hope my career will take me a long way
A long way, a long way

[Chorus]
She went and tell her friend about the way I'm hitting it
She tell her friend she rock nothin' but them Jimmy's
She tell her friend she was never in them Remy's
She like how the hell you put fifty-thousand in these skinnies?
Now I'm for real, I'm for real, I'm for real, I'm for real, I'm for real