4 Real (feat. Ty Dolla $ign & iLoveMakonnen) [Drezo Remix] - Destructo & DJ Glen

Oh no, no, no, no No, no, no, no Oh yeah Dolla $ign Oh no, no, no, yeah I just got back in town She didn't want me then, she want me now 911 turbo, I'm stoned and Everything fast, I'm for real I'm for real, I'm for real I'm for real, I'm for real For real! I'm for real, I'm for real I'm for real, I'm for real Pull up on her real slow Just so she can see me comin' I just had to let her know I'm for real, I'm for real Pull up on her real slow Just so she can see me comin' I just had to let her know I'm for real, I'm for real For real! Let's go Ooh yeah-eah For real! For real! Let's go Ooh yeah-eah Ooh yeah-eah I had to swerve on that bitch like my dawg Makonnen Nah this is not a rental, lil' bitch I own it Had to boss up on 'em cause I'm young and I'm rich I got niggas still hatin' on me, ain't that a bitch? Wonder how I got so many shows And got so many hoes, but still got time for yours Puttin' up all the time Like why should I stop? I'm always on my grind I'm for real, I'm for real I'm for real, I'm for real For real! I'm for real, I'm for real I'm for real, I'm for real Pull up on her real slow Just so she can see me comin' I just had to let her know I'm for real, I'm for real Pull up on her real slow Just so she can see me comin' I just had to let her know I'm for real, I'm for real For real! Let's go Ooh yeah-eah On my grind 'Bout the dollar sign like my bro Ty Always first class when I have to fly In them new jets, you ain't seen it yet Rookie year, ballin' like a fuckin' vet Ballin' like a fuckin' vet Rookie year, ballin' like a fuckin' vet Ballin' like a fuckin' vet Everything fast, I'm for real I'm for real, I'm for real I'm for real, I'm for real For real! I'm for real, I'm for real I'm for real, I'm for real Pull up on her real slow Just so she can see me comin' I just had to let her know I'm for real, I'm for real Pull up on her real slow Just so she can see me comin' I just had to let her know I'm for real, I'm for real For real!

Shit be two lit, shit be four lit Pick me up before six Gutter bitch with another bitch We ain't tripping 'cause we all hit Yeah, we all with the fuck shit Yeah, we all with the fuck shit Two lit, shit be four lit We ain't tripping 'cause we all hit Yeah yeah, d—d—dat's the shit I like (Hey) I ain't got no type, I can't decide Girls like girls like girls, they can't deny Eating pussy with a side of wine No, it ain't no telling what we might do When she in a penthouse with a tight view Reefer got me stuck, shit, got my eyes glued Oh yeah, that's my girl and that's our wife too Lit, shit be four lit Pick me up before six Gutter bitch with another bitch We ain't tripping 'cause we all hit Yeah, we all with the fuck shit Yeah, we all with the fuck shit Two lit, shit be four lit We ain't tripping 'cause we all hit Ayy, Dolla hit it, B.o.B hit Uh, T.I.P hit it, TZ hit Ayy, I feel like we the new Dogg pound Uh, she know Dolla getting money now Uh, I'ma pass her like Cam Yay, I'ma pass her like Peyton Oo, I got diamonds on my neck I got diamonds on my rib, put some diamonds on my main bitch Uh, in the Porsche so wavy Put a Rollie on my lady, Dolla need a new baby Eh, she know Dolla stay litty Still ain't heard about Dolla? You should come to my city Shit be two lit, shit be four lit (Yeah) Pick me up before six Gutter bitch with another bitch We ain't tripping 'cause we all hit Yeah, we all with the fuck shit (Ooohhh) Yeah, we all with the fuck shit (Ye—ye—yeah) Two lit, shit be four lit (Uh, okay) We ain't trippin' 'cause we all here (Yeah) You know we all wit' it All my niggas quick to hit and never call bitches Just might see my lil nigga pulling up wit' y'all bitches Pick the short ones up, bend it over tall bitch Ayy, put that phone down and mind your fucking business, girl Ayy, put some money up if you so independent, girl Now I'm just tryna put some diamonds in ya pendant, get your titties fixed Presidential suites and private jets, outside the city shit One thing I can't stand is a petty heaux Can't keep your business to yourself, don't go to telling folks 'Bout where you been and how much pussy you be selling folk Don't wanna see her with a telescope, tell her tho Shit be two lit, shit be four lit (Yeah) Pick me up before six Gutter bitch with another bitch We ain't tripping 'cause we all hit Yeah, we all with the fuck shit (Ooohhh) Yeah, we all with the fuck shit (Ye—ye—yeah) Two lit, shit be four lit (Yeeah) We ain't trippin' 'cause we all here (Ooohhh) Yeah yeah, Dolla $ign

Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah Oh, woo-woah, yeah Girls like you (girls like you) Always got a bad attitude (ooh, yeah) God made bad bitches rude (bad bitches rude) God made bad bitches rude A lot of ass on her lip, body bad, you strip Pretty face, but a flip, in her bag with the chip (Chip) Blowin' racks at the Fifth, girl, keep it up, I can see ya Ain't nothin' like I got, I don't need you (need) Yeah, yeah (yeah, ooh, yeah) Those are the ones Those are the ones Stand on your heart (heart) And look in your eyes (eyes) I know I broke a lot of hearts (a lot of hearts) Gave my share of scars, but (ooh, yeah) Ain't nothin' worse than a broken man Can't tell your bros, they won't understand Drown out the pain with a loyal fan Use your pussy power 'cause you know you can, oh Girls like you (girls like you, ooh) Always got a bad attitude (attitude, ooh, yeah) God made bad bitches rude (bitches rude) God made bad bitches rude (ooh, yeah) Girls like you Always got a bad attitude (ooh, yeah) God made bad bitches rude God made bad bitches rude