Lucki - At Least I Think It's Real Lyrics

Ooh, yo, yo (Nash Effect)
Oh, ayy, ayy
Yo, uh, ayy

Tatted on your face, at least I think that it's real
Make that shit back, kid, it's easy to me
Think she for the streets but the streets been goals
I throw that shit for fun, she think she teasing me
WiFi on the plane, she gon' call before she land
Super-duper car, red key in the Jeep
I'm a fast car appraiser, blue thirty popper
Inboxes in Hollywood, live at the Roxy
No hoe know my government, I'm Tune, I be with Scotty
Mash-off papi, I screech in the streets
Know my heart left 'cause I'm feedin' the beast
Real hell raiser, back when we just take shit
I'm forever blessed like Memphis Bleek, Jehovah's favorite
I cut niggas off 'cause I know banks don't cover favorites
Ayy, ayy, ooh
Tatted on your face, at least I think that it's real
Tatted on your face, at least I think that it's, ooh
At least I think that's it real
Tatted on your face, at least I think that it's real
Make that shit back, kid, it's easy to me
Think she for the streets but the streets been goals
I throw that shit for fun, she think she teasing me
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
I throw that shit for fun, she think she teasing me
Ayy, ayy, ooh (Nash Effect)
Tat it on your face so I know that it's real