For Real* Trippie Redd

Lyrics from Snippets:

[Intro]
Huh,  yeah

[Chorus]
Uh,  lil' nigga, we focused, we ain't really got time to chill
Huh, we from the city where it's real
And if you want them problems, we comin' with them for real
For  real, uh, yeah, we comin' for real
Uh,  on God

[Verse]
I said pistol packin', window smashin'
Fuck  your fashion, pussy ass bitch
Yeah, pulled up with them choppers, them sticks
You get hit, pussy nigga, you's a bitch
Yeah, lil' man feelin' like a tick
Know  I'm lit in this bitch like a Bic
Got the chopper by my side, big clip a dick
Pussy nigga get nutted on quick
But fuck all of the hype, man, I'm chillin' with your bitch
Got the strap like a dyke man, I lick her like icin'
Just might bite, bitch I'm feelin' like Tyson
And ain't no breakin' up, lil' bitch, no Mike Ike-in'
'Cause that shit is depressin'
I done learned my lesson'
I just want your love, and that is my confession
I just want your love, and never be contested, baby, ah