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