oh for real?

Hey yo Thrasher, put up them 808's
Private school bitch
Private school bitch, you might end up on a hit list
When you get racks like this, you can fuck on any bitch in my hit list
I buy it cash, you still add to your wish list
Call up my demon gon' clear up my wish list

Flex up bitch, I don't see you on the rich list
Niggas love to talk like they got a fucking death wish
Private school bitch, yeah you might end up on a hit list
Fuck how you feel, I'm voting for Waffles Still
Ya, ya
In love with my racks, I'm fucking my racks

Ya, I'm fucking my racks, ya
Don't fuck with my racks, ya
Rick Owen jeans how I'm stepping
Binary trigger my weapons

Custom made European gun mag
Hit the stage with a go-yard book bag
I had shoebox money in my school bag
And I'm geeked up watching cool kids

None of them diamonds ain't real
Are you being for real?
Are you being for real right now?
Are you being for real?

Oh yeah for real?
Oh yeah for real?
Oh, you being for real?
She said she love me like, oh ya for real?

Silver surfer, Fin-a' fill him with steel
Pineapple Fanta, I fill it with stil
Tell by the look in his eye if he real

Tell by the look, your designer ain't real
No second hand drip my go-yard, it's real
Fuck how you feel
Voting for Uncle Waffles Still

Voting for Uncle Waffle Still
Montcleer puffer I get me chill
Flawless diamonds gon' cut me still
Only 18 and I'm counting up racks

Spray at the opps, I'm Rick Owen my mask
Rick Owen jacket, I feel like the man
Rick Owen glasses, I think bout my past
Balenci underwear, nigga don't ask

That bitch was down till I lift up my ass
Maybe I might go and buy her a lace front
To much racks I paid it up front
Im at the airport, sit in the back but my feet in the front