For Real

[Intro]
(What's up, Haze?)
(Damn, Mikey)
'Wop
[Chorus]
I been walkin' niggas down, that's for real (Yeah)
Gotta wear all black when it's time to do a drill (A drill)
Keep a ten with a switch, man, this bitch not concealed (It ain't)
I'll shoot this bitch in public, give a fuck 'bout how they feel (I don't)
Nah, this for real, you know we live (Do you know?)
Made a couple calls, saw foenem sitting in front of his crib
All that rap cappin', gotta hit him in his grill (Boom, boom)
It's all I can rap about, 'cause that how I feel (How I feel)
[Verse 1]
What you need? A pill? to do a drill
All I need a nigga do is get behind the wheel
The opps in my city know we bound to fuckin' kill
Until we catch them niggas, we gon' give it to 'em still
We out sliding, where they at? Where they hidin'? LAX
Pop a nigga, now he stretched, spin again, what pack next?
I ain't stopping 'til he rest, when I die, beat him next
Dior shoes match the hat, Amiri jeans, them the best
Tryna get that nigga stretched, I wonder where he at
Load the Drac', yeah, it's that, I banged it, on my set
When I merch it, you know I catch it, we hopped out, it was that
All you heard was hollering and them niggas getting wet