Real Songtext

I feel like Lil Wayne, tatted up to my chest, bitch
I feel like Kobe, All-Star, gang, bitch I'm next
Bitch I'm a ball hog, ballin', come correct
Swaggin' out, it's Supreme
Go fashion week, in Celine
In Milan, Italy, yes
Get a mothеrfuckin' KO, with a D-R-A-C
I'm swaggin' out too clean
When you rich like mе, huh, spendin' all the fuckin' pesos on the motherfuckin' codiene
And I'm still he, and I'm still right here in Saint Laurent jeans
We don't play around
Say the wrong thing, get ya head snatched, put yo head back

(We don't play around)
(Say the wrong thing, get ya head snatched, put yo head back)
(You know it's going down)
Woah-oh, woah-oh, woah-oh, woah

I'm too real (I'm too-, yeah)
I got some real swag (Yeah), right over here (Right over here) I'm doin' real shoppin' (Get back), out in Rodeo (Get out of here, bitch)
Why the fuck they pocket watchin'?
Huh, get out of here (B-b-back)
I'm too real (Way too)
I got some real swag (Real swag), right over here (Right over, back)
I'm doin' real shoppin' (Real shoppin'), out in Rodeo (Uh-huh)
Why the fuck they pocket watchin'? (Why the fuck they pocket watchin'?)
Huh, get out of here

Get out of here, bitch