Real Rap

I'm tired of bitches, with this internet shit
Y'all ain't never outside, y'all don't never do shit
Next bitch flex bands, next bitch gettin' stripped
Over my big sis, I done let it drip
You bitches postin' with them guns, but y'all don't ever pop shit
How you a shooter, bitch, but you ain't never shot shit?
I'm really outside with that strap, set trippin'
Bitch, you on the 'net with that strap, 'net trippin'
Thinkin' shit sweet, got your wig snatched
Dropped the addy hella times and all y'all did was cap
By the way, you niggas ain't worth 30K
Ain't no point to line you up and show them niggas where you lay
Lil' paranoid fuck nigga (duh)
You ain't worth no bucks, nigga
I'm a five-star bitch (five-star)
You niggas is some five-star tricks (five-star)
You niggas is some five-star tricks
I'm an active lil' bitch
Reverse cowgirl while I'm playin' with his balls, lil' ratchet-ass bitch
Ayy, B, let 'em know what's good
Pussy so good, he banged it on his hood
Ayy, B, let 'em know what's good
You feelin' froggy towards sis, then, bitch, we ain't good
And, nigga, you bangin' on your dead nigga, now he blowin' up
'Cause you said you was gon' slap me, but I never got touched (never got touched)
Yeah, y'all was sayin' y'all was brothers
But over me, y'all was finna smoke each other?
Had them niggas choosin' up and they knew y'all way before me
You bitches from they hood, they 'posed to be your homies
How y'all let an opp bitch pull up with your brodies?
You bitches made statuses, but wasn't gettin' on me
Let that shit drip and didn't nobody drip on me
Y'all blood cousins tried to pass me they 40
Ain't no bitch out here cosignin' for me (lil' bitch)
These hourly donations got my pockets lookin' holy
Yeah, and if my sister's fadin' a bitch
I'ma line it up with whoever came with the bitch

Line it up (line it up), line it up (line it up)
Line it up (line it up), line it up (line it up)
Line it up (line it up), line it up (line it up)
Line it up (line it up), line it up

Bitch, knock it off, you been got stripped
Took the bitch phone and her bucket got flipped
Heard Mudda was pullin' up, so they all pulled off
And don't square up with me 'cause you know I'm lettin' off (fah-fah)
Yeah, I ain't turnin' shit down in here (hell nah)
Any bitch can run it like it's Chris Brown in here
Legs crossed, lookin' real bustdown in here (bustdown, bustdown)
Like let me sit my lil' pretty ass down somewhere
How y'all runnin' y'all mouths is how I had y'all runnin'
You flexin' other people's shit to try to match how I'm comin', bitch
You ain't ready for the shit I'm on, yeah (knock it off)
Broke bitch probably need a loan, huh (knock it off)
Facts
Ain't no bitch, let it drip on me and that's facts
Ain't no bitch, let it drip on me and that's facts
Ain't no bitch, let it drip on me and that's facts
Real rap, all facts
I clap first, don't nobody clap back, ayy
Real rap, all facts (all facts)
I clap first, don't nobody clap back, yeah
Real rap, all facts
I'm clappin' first and don't nobody clap back
Real rap (all facts), all facts
I'm clappin' first and don't nobody clap back

Huh (huh)
Yeah
I wasn't put on this world for you bitches to like me
Y'all don't know whether y'all want to eat my pussy or fight me (faggot)
Hah, nerd (nerd)
You ain't ready for the shit I'm on, yeah
Broke bitch probably need a loan, yeah
Broke bitch probably need a loan, yeah
You ain't ready for the shit I'm on
You ain't ready for the shit I'm on, huh
Broke bitch, broke bitch probably need a loan, yeah
Broke bitch probably need a loan, yeah
You ain't ready for the shit I'm on
You ain't ready for the shit I'm on, huh
Broke bitch, broke bitch probably need a loan (broke bitch)
Hahaha
Stunna Girl, ha
The motherfuckin' girly, though