Na-na, down for real
Na-na-na, na-na, are you down for real?
Na-na-na-na-na-na
You lookin' mad bad, but are you down for real? (Yeah)
Are you down for real? (Like that)
Huh, down for real (My bad)
Do it like a spine for real
Let's tell the DJ, "Play this song and take me away"
These hoes go ghost in a minute, get faded away
I'm MJ, a Scottie Pippen, without me listenin'
I'm famous, but I'm a human being, girl, I still got feelings
To all my niggas doin' the drillin', just spin 'til you're dizzy
And to my niggas, stay off the pills 'cause you startin' to get skinny
That nigga gave Montana eleven, he gon' go to hell
And I swear I would've been on his melon if he wasn't tellin'
Let the DJ play this song, just take me away
I'm goin' to see Montana in May, don't make me stay
You niggas better watch your mouth, or we watch your house
And I ain't into fighting my dogs, I ain't Mike from the Falcons
Catch me on the Westside Highway, ain't no race
Another sip, ninety double ex promise that shit on the way
Went fifty on that ramp, I was trippin', I ended up driftin'
Me and Sossa started off on couches, now we in the kitchen
Man, fuck these hoes tryna catch me slippin'
Can't trust myself, why would I trust these bitches?
Can't really focus up on clicking, but I will with the Smith
Look, I'm from the X, you can tell by the X on my face, I ain't no killer
But nigga, don't you push me
This lifestyle, it really took me
Like that, but you really wasn't around for real
Have my back, but can you do it like a spine for real?
You lookin' mad bad, but I hope that you down for real
I buy you mad bags, I just hope that you down for real
You got the fat ass, I just hope that you down for real
Lookin' at your Snapchat, hopin' that you got time to chill
All of these hoes, Messi, I don't wanna kick it
Got more bodies than goals
Used to make my money off Chevys, not the ones that you drove
And I don't care if I'm not makin' it hot no more, I keep my own pole
And any nigga run up on me, on God, I'm lettin' it go
Ran up my options and I want you
Too many hoes, I was confused
If I cover you in water, can you swim though?
Bitch, you wasn't with me shootin' in the gym
Ratatouille, I could never shake your hand (Woo)
How can I give you five? You gave a nigga ten (Oh, no)
Free my nigga Smurkio, you free the real
That shit get scary, but I keep it on me still
You lookin' mad bad, but I hope that you down for real
I buy you mad bags, I just hope that you down for real
You got the fat ass, I just hope that you down for real
Lookin' at your Snapchat, hopin' that you got time to chill
All of these hoes, Messi, I don't wanna kick it
Got more bodies than goals
Used to make my money off Chevys, not the ones that you drove
And I don't care if I'm not makin' it hot no more, I keep my own pole
And any nigga run up on me, on God, I'm lettin' it go
Na-na (Yeah)
Na-na, na-na-na-na
Na-na, na-na-na-na
Na-na, na-na-na-na
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