"Be Forreal" lyrics
(feat. Quin Nfn)
[Lil 2z:]
Hey
Uh, uh
I'm too fold like Kobe for real
We was just in the trap servin' blocks like Shaquille
Caught a bitch to the crib, she just wanted to chill
I said "Nah, baby girl, this ain't what that is"
Let's be for real
We givin' pressure for real
Nigga, eat or get ate and go kill or get killed
Leave his brains on the floor, leave him lookin' like "Ew"
They can walk on the beat, but we walk down for real
Nigga, let's be for real
I let 'em love the hoe, I'm just gon' fuck the hoe
Ungrateful broke bitches, I had enough of those
Chasin' blue bills like Lil 2z from Buffalo
I might cough in this smoke, but I won't never duck that hoe
Put that fire on yo' ass, make him [?]
You start talkin' too much and them cases unfold
The low comin' next week, but I already sold
My third scale in the mud, I keep breakin' them hoes
When I'm weightin' shit up, it ain't weightin' no mo'
We came up, we don't stay, only [?] no more
I'ma love it for you, what you fakin' it for?
Fuck this shit and my hoes and they hate when I go
Fuck this shit and my hoes, grab a plate when I go
2 got enough smoke for your lungs and your throat
It ain't done 'til they tie down a tag on his toe
And I'm too fold like Kobe, few niggas ain't know
[Lil 2z (Quin NFN):]
I'm too fold like Kobe for real
We was just in the trap servin' blocks like Shaquille
Caught a bitch to the crib, she just wanted to chill
I said "Nah, baby girl, this ain't what that is"
Let's be for real
We givin' pressure for real
Nigga, eat or get ate and go kill or get killed
Leave his brains on the floor, leave him lookin' like "Ew"
They can walk on the beat, but we walk down for real (Yah, yah)
Nigga, let's be for real (Huh)
[Quin NFN:]
Let's be for real
Nigga play 'round my 2z while Quin in the cut, nigga must be on Cocaine
Young nigga fucked up the streets with they heat if he [?] steak and some low-mane
The label just threw me a whole half of ticket the fuck I'ma sued up and beef with a no-name
You better check when the dawn rain
Bro up Patek and he ain't got no chance
Know when I pop out you gotta see me
Ball like I'm CP
She givin' Nini
I trapped the leaf first, she tryna keep me
He only beef straight when he on a PC
My diamonds bust hard, I'm rockin' VV
He talkin' Ursa but I'm rokcin' BB
I prob'ly picked up the bag every time that you see me
'Cause I'm chasin' green like it's kiwi
[Lil 2z:]
I'm too fold like Kobe for real
We was just in the trap servin' blocks like Shaquille
Caught a bitch to the crib, she just wanted to chill
I said "Nah, baby girl, this ain't what that is"
Let's be for real
We givin' pressure for real
Nigga, eat or get ate and go kill or get killed
Leave his brains on the floor, leave him lookin' like "Ew"
They can walk on the beat, but we walk down for real
Nigga, let's be for real
Hey
Uh, uh
I'm too fold like Kobe for real
We was just in the trap servin' blocks like Shaquille
Caught a bitch to the crib, she just wanted to chill
I said "Nah, baby girl, this ain't what that is"
Let's be for real
We givin' pressure for real
Nigga, eat or get ate and go kill or get killed
Leave his brains on the floor, leave him lookin' like "Ew"
They can walk on the beat, but we walk down for real
Nigga, let's be for real
I let 'em love the hoe, I'm just gon' fuck the hoe
Ungrateful broke bitches, I had enough of those
Chasin' blue bills like Lil 2z from Buffalo
I might cough in this smoke, but I won't never duck that hoe
Put that fire on yo' ass, make him [?]
You start talkin' too much and them cases unfold
The low comin' next week, but I already sold
My third scale in the mud, I keep breakin' them hoes
When I'm weightin' shit up, it ain't weightin' no mo'
We came up, we don't stay, only [?] no more
I'ma love it for you, what you fakin' it for?
Fuck this shit and my hoes and they hate when I go
Fuck this shit and my hoes, grab a plate when I go
2 got enough smoke for your lungs and your throat
It ain't done 'til they tie down a tag on his toe
And I'm too fold like Kobe, few niggas ain't know
[Lil 2z (Quin NFN):]
I'm too fold like Kobe for real
We was just in the trap servin' blocks like Shaquille
Caught a bitch to the crib, she just wanted to chill
I said "Nah, baby girl, this ain't what that is"
Let's be for real
We givin' pressure for real
Nigga, eat or get ate and go kill or get killed
Leave his brains on the floor, leave him lookin' like "Ew"
They can walk on the beat, but we walk down for real (Yah, yah)
Nigga, let's be for real (Huh)
[Quin NFN:]
Let's be for real
Nigga play 'round my 2z while Quin in the cut, nigga must be on Cocaine
Young nigga fucked up the streets with they heat if he [?] steak and some low-mane
The label just threw me a whole half of ticket the fuck I'ma sued up and beef with a no-name
You better check when the dawn rain
Bro up Patek and he ain't got no chance
Know when I pop out you gotta see me
Ball like I'm CP
She givin' Nini
I trapped the leaf first, she tryna keep me
He only beef straight when he on a PC
My diamonds bust hard, I'm rockin' VV
He talkin' Ursa but I'm rokcin' BB
I prob'ly picked up the bag every time that you see me
'Cause I'm chasin' green like it's kiwi
[Lil 2z:]
I'm too fold like Kobe for real
We was just in the trap servin' blocks like Shaquille
Caught a bitch to the crib, she just wanted to chill
I said "Nah, baby girl, this ain't what that is"
Let's be for real
We givin' pressure for real
Nigga, eat or get ate and go kill or get killed
Leave his brains on the floor, leave him lookin' like "Ew"
They can walk on the beat, but we walk down for real
Nigga, let's be for real
