Lyrics Furreal/3AM (Freestyle) - Majin Zyad

Yuh yuh um
I can't sleep so
I don't even do the jersey beat shit for real

Like I don't do it
Aye

Iceberg my neck
Call Johnny Dang that's my jeweler
Y'all niggas cool but like I just be cooler
I'm finna go outer space go to Jupiter

I'm counting my bands cause I ain't about a bitch
My stick as long as a ruler
I got your shorty she gon' be my tutor
We fighting like lance to lance
I feel like Dababy I do my little dancy dance

Or maybe do my little prancy prance
Your shorty she gon' give me chancy chance
And if you don't understand you could always pullup
Just me and you man to man

I met that shorty in Amsterdam
Said I could do things that you never can
I walk around like I be Dirty Dan
I keep me a Tommy and .30 man

With my crew we getting sturdy man
Majin Zyad looking pretty man
And why your shorty be so flirty
Pick up her purse like she be in a hurry man (For real)

So yuh let's get it (let's get it)
Windows tinted
Fax printed
I admit it

I told my vrodies I'm all about rap shit
Yeah I be all about cash shit
Y'all niggas stay with the whack shit
But I cannot stay with the whack shit

That little bro want static we zap shit
Killing crack boom bap (hold up)
Charge him now it's a tax (hold up)
Hit little shorty from the back (hold up)

I told my vrodies I'm all about rap shit
Yeah, I be all about cash shit
Y'all niggas stay with the whack shit
But I cannot stay with the whack shit

That little bro want static we zap shit
Killing crack boom bap (hold up)
Charge him now it's a tax (hold up)
Hit little shorty from the back (hold up)

Okay my neck it be getting to chilly
Might call up Lil Wayne I be running up millies
Man I'm only eighteen and I'm better than all of you niggas
Go ask yourselves "really"

Shoutout to my nigga Dilly
You niggas acting too silly
My shorty came from the north
But she built like she came straight from Amazon Lily

I'm a rockstar
You niggas acting too far
Box like Jojo's bizarre
Shorty like it when I spit on a beat with guitars

Ah ah ah ah ah
Spit on a beat with guitars
One day I'm finna be star
And I'm finna be on the whole world's radar yuh

Ah you get it (You get it)
Windows tinted (Tinted)
Fax printed (Printed)
I admit it
Got early admission

For real
For real
For real

I told my vrodies I'm all about rap shit
Yeah I be all about cash shit
Y'all niggas stay with the whack shit
But I cannot stay with the whack shit

That little bro want static we zap shit
Killing crack, boom bap (hold up)
Charge him now it's a tax (hold up)
Hit little shorty from the back (hold up)