Chud Music - REALITY Lyrics

Yeah (Yeah)
Uh (CHUD)
Huh (CHUD)
Let me bring you to reality
Let me bring you to reality (Reality)
I need you to stay down like some gravity (Like some gravity)
I'm makin' so much money baby girl you can't get mad at me (Can't get mad at me)
Hold on
Let me ball you out your majesty
I'm sittin' on some Ps
I could front you on your salary (Your salary)
Shorty sittin' on my D
Shorty charged up like a battery (Like a battery)
She tryna make it work out at the gym she burnin' calories (Burnin' calories)
I see you do that walkdown with your ass out tryna flatter me (Tryna flatter me)
Tryna flatter me (Tryna flatter)
Tryna flatter me
Shorty hangin' with the upperclassmen
Lookin' like a prodigy
I f*cked your friend
That's a confession not an apology (Not an apology)
You see me at this party cause it's where the commas be (Where the commas be)
I f*ck with a Sagittari' man she love astrology (She love that shit)
Shit got kinda scary when I f*cked Harley Quinn on Halloween
Started trappin' on your campus now the biddies wanna be callin' me (Wanna be callin')
I can serve you Tre-5 for like 35 why you stallin' me (Why you stallin' me)
I just made a new batch of the eddies you should follow me (Hold on)
I just fronted a hood bitch had to take her out of poverty (Out of poverty)
I just gotta be hood-rich she want Ruth's Chris she been botherin' (She been botherin')
She know she a good bitch when she suck dick she be gobblin (Been gobblin')
These bitches call me daddy I don't know maybe I should father them (Maybe I should father them)
Surrounded by some baddies at my addy I want all of them (I want all of them)
I want all of them (I want all of them)
I want all of them
She sacrificed her body for me it's just like martyrdom
Fell in love with a lil' bitch f*ck around we can get rich (Yeah)
Shorty wan' roll up a spliff (Damn)
She gon' light up that shit when she hope on this dick (Yeah)
I used to rotate these hoes around
Now I'm with GoatFarm we rotate these cliques
I used to never carry a pole around now everybody strapped with a glick (Damn)
24 shits in my clip (Damn)
If I pull up you gon' limp (Damn)
Boy you a hoe you a simp (Sit down)
Boy you should suck on a tit (Hold on)
Boy you get popped like a pimple
I'm comin' right through and I'm takin' your bitch (Yeah yeah)
The FN gon' teach you some lessons
I'm spankin' these niggas they gettin' me rich
Let me bring you to reality
I need you to stay down like some gravity
I'm makin' so much money baby girl you can't get mad at me (Can't get mad at me)
Let me ball you out your majesty
I'm sittin' on some Ps
I could front you on your salary
Shorty sittin' on my D
Shorty charged up like a battery (Charged up like a battery)
She tryna make it work out at the gym she burnin' calories (Burnin' calories)
I see you do that walkdown with your ass out tryna flatter me (Tryna flatter me)
Tryna flatter me (Tryna flatter)
Tryna flatter me
Shorty hangin' with the upperclassmen
Lookin' like a prodigy