"Unreal" lyrics
Ohh, cigarette smoke
Vibe unreal you'll try but won't feel
Vibe unreal those types might just kill
Vibe unreal llora me un rio
Kdizzle, packed glizzy inside his backpack
Rain drizzles on fifty's I'm gon make it back
Gon act like a bitch might as well go do drag
Jansport no Givenchy I'm keeping my bag
Hundreds and fiftys all cause of my flow
Big talk in the city I'm done with these hoes
Man who the fuck is he cause fuck I don't know
They talking on ciggy big talk bigger pole
Might just make em strip down, bills out, kicked down, dicks out run it up, dance bitch
You gon make me act like I'm somebody I'm not
But uh then again you ain't even know me like that bitch
Thought I lost feeling for real
But this bitch right here for real make me feel right
This shit right here might just kill but shit if I die
At least I'm gon feel nice
Room full of fog run for your life
If you want leave alive
Fuck with my dawgs fuck with my guys
You might for real die
Got a hoe she a tweaker but she nice with the throat
All she knows what the speaker bout me cries nothing more
Home decor's mostly needless
Mattress all on the floor
Ima go, ain't shit real so ima kick it at home
Riding with strapped up suburban kids
Back in my ends they smoke Percocet
She want new drip want a Birkin bag
I'm gon need neck and a broken bed
Riding with strapped up suburban kids
Back in my ends they smoke Percocet
She want new drip want a Birkin bag
I'm gon need neck and her broken back
I'm zonin I won't give her dick tonight
Eyes closing my physical eyes alive
I'm zonin I won't give her dick tonight
Eyes closing my physical eyes alive, oh
Vibe unreal, you'll try but won't feel
Vibe unreal you'll try but won't feel
Vibe unreal those types might just kill
Vibe unreal llora me un rio
Kdizzle, packed glizzy inside his backpack
Rain drizzles on fifty's I'm gon make it back
Gon act like a bitch might as well go do drag
Jansport no Givenchy I'm keeping my bag
Hundreds and fiftys all cause of my flow
Big talk in the city I'm done with these hoes
Man who the fuck is he cause fuck I don't know
They talking on ciggy big talk bigger pole
Might just make em strip down, bills out, kicked down, dicks out run it up, dance bitch
You gon make me act like I'm somebody I'm not
But uh then again you ain't even know me like that bitch
Thought I lost feeling for real
But this bitch right here for real make me feel right
This shit right here might just kill but shit if I die
At least I'm gon feel nice
Room full of fog run for your life
If you want leave alive
Fuck with my dawgs fuck with my guys
You might for real die
Got a hoe she a tweaker but she nice with the throat
All she knows what the speaker bout me cries nothing more
Home decor's mostly needless
Mattress all on the floor
Ima go, ain't shit real so ima kick it at home
Riding with strapped up suburban kids
Back in my ends they smoke Percocet
She want new drip want a Birkin bag
I'm gon need neck and a broken bed
Riding with strapped up suburban kids
Back in my ends they smoke Percocet
She want new drip want a Birkin bag
I'm gon need neck and her broken back
I'm zonin I won't give her dick tonight
Eyes closing my physical eyes alive
I'm zonin I won't give her dick tonight
Eyes closing my physical eyes alive, oh
Vibe unreal, you'll try but won't feel
