4Real

[Chorus: Larry June]

I fucked around and broke my fucking scale

I fucked around and bought the bitch Chanel

I fucked around and missed the fucking mail

I ain't rapping, bitch, I do this shit for real

I ain't rapping, bitch, I do this shit for real

I ain't rapping, bitch, I do this shit for real

[Verse 1: Larry June]

Why the fuck you playing with me?

Why the fuck you niggas hating?

I can still fuck your bitch, OK, that's probably why they hating

All my cars foreign, I got everything I need

Nigga, fuck the rap game, got a white bitch out in Brizbain

[/?] when them bricks came

I got a trap house in my whip game

I'm a criminal, I got 6 names

I got a big house in my bitch name

Got a great white in my fish tank

Hit the trap first, then I broke the bitch

Then I hit the weed and I switch lanes

In my [?], sipping Champagne

And my bust down cost 30K

Got a hundred rounds in that big thang

Nigga, fuck aim, I ain't gotta aim

Took a road trip, with 8 thangs

When I touched down, made hella cake

You a fuck nigga, we can't hang

Nigga, T.F.M. be the gang, man

I done sold dope, I done sent hoes

Fuck the radio, they ain't gotta play me, nigga

[Chorus: Larry June]

I fucked around and broke my fucking scale

I fucked around and bought the bitch Chanel

I fucked around and missed the fucking mail

I ain't rapping, bitch, I do this shit for real

I ain't rapping, bitch, I do this shit for real

I ain't rapping, bitch, I do this shit for real

[Verse 2: Derrick Coleman]

I'm a genius motherfucker

And the cleanest motherfucker

[?] my lil brother

Til I see my lil brother

Fuck you niggas talking 'bout

Speaking English, motherfucker

All they garbage falling out

Eat a penis, motherfucker

I'm the best that ever did this, still doing it [?]

Why [?]

[?] still doing it and winning

You know we in the building

When a nigga in the same strip club throwing money to the ceiling

Stood out like I never [?]

I broke the [?]

Niggas lied when they told me sky was the limit

I keep my eyes on the prize, and the prize was the [?]

[?] high rise, with my eyes on the city

Sucka nigga try, he can die any minute

[?] ride or die [?]

[?] at me now [?]

Where I come from, [?]

[?]

[?] spitting that G shit like this here, yeah

[Chorus: Larry June]

I fucked around and broke my fucking scale

I fucked around and bought the bitch Chanel

I fucked around and missed the fucking mail

I ain't rapping, bitch, I do this shit for real

I ain't rapping, bitch, I do this shit for real

I ain't rapping, bitch, I do this shit for real