Flipping a pie we running the block for real (Yea)
And if he wilding he can get shot for real (Yea)
I pray my dog he gets his appeal
We like the navy we up in the field
He can get shot for real
He can get popped like he was a pill
She gona treat me like the man
Roney the big dog with a plan
She got her face down for the bands
She said Her friend saying she a fan
I got a bag of bitches relax
They be the baddest bitches its facts
He wanna learn send that boy to class
Lil nigga better focus on his math
Ride it that lil bitch she pilot
Sinners wilding we give out work consignment
If he dont pay back we find him
Bad lil ting gon line him
Burner that came with a silence so u wont hear a think when we sliding
Do a hit like 007 treat a op like a damm lil peasant
Didn't cry when i got my sentence rondawg I'm to independent
Ima get my money start ghosting
Pockets on strong hulk hogan
That stick that stays in the denim
Put your man on game he lofting
Flipping a pie we running the block for real (Yea)
And if he wilding he can get shot for real (Yea)
I pray my dog he gets his appeal
We like the navy we up in the field
He can get shot for real
He can get popped like he was a pill
Pop him do that boy dirt so rotten
Often run up these bands so often
Man they put my mans in a coffin
Now it's up and there's no long talking
Got 12 lil shells in the cartridge he a goon whats a goon to a martian
Run up a check step on a neck
Wont settle for less just give me respect
He wanna flex like he make a mess but he wont invest in 40's and tec's
That lil bullet go right through your chest
He begging for breath
But there's nothing left
Shorty she wild she begging for sex
Op think I'm dumb but I'm playing chess
Run up with drums like playing a set
I made her guess she know I'm young but im gona f*ck like a vet
Mhmm
Just know who u next to girl i want u be my next boo
Im far from simple come see what i been through
Flipping a pie we running the block for real (Yea)
And if he wilding he can get shot for real (Yea)
I pray my dog he gets his appeal
We like the navy we up in the field
He can get shot for real
He can get popped like he was a pill
For Real Video (MV)
Performed By: Roney
Length: 2:33
Written by: ALEXANDER JAE MITCHELL, BRAM SIMS BESSOFF, MICHAEL ANTHONY SMITH
Roney - For Real Lyrics
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Flipping a pie we running the block for real (Yea)
And if he wilding he can get shot for real (Yea)
I pray my dog he gets his appeal
We like the navy we up in the field
He can get shot for real
He can get popped like he was a pill
She gona treat me like the man
Roney the big dog with a plan
She got her face down for the bands
She said Her friend saying she a fan
I got a bag of bitches relax
They be the baddest bitches its facts
He wanna learn send that boy to class
Lil nigga better focus on his math
Ride it that lil bitch she pilot
Sinners wilding we give out work consignment
If he dont pay back we find him
Bad lil ting gon line him
Burner that came with a silence so u wont hear a think when we sliding
Do a hit like 007 treat a op like a damm lil peasant
Didn't cry when i got my sentence rondawg I'm to independent
Ima get my money start ghosting
Pockets on strong hulk hogan
That stick that stays in the denim
Put your man on game he lofting
Flipping a pie we running the block for real (Yea)
And if he wilding he can get shot for real (Yea)
I pray my dog he gets his appeal
We like the navy we up in the field
He can get shot for real
He can get popped like he was a pill
Pop him do that boy dirt so rotten
Often run up these bands so often
Man they put my mans in a coffin
Now it's up and there's no long talking
Got 12 lil shells in the cartridge he a goon whats a goon to a martian
Run up a check step on a neck
Wont settle for less just give me respect
He wanna flex like he make a mess but he wont invest in 40's and tec's
That lil bullet go right through your chest
He begging for breath
But there's nothing left
Shorty she wild she begging for sex
Op think I'm dumb but I'm playing chess
Run up with drums like playing a set
I made her guess she know I'm young but im gona f*ck like a vet
Mhmm
Just know who u next to girl i want u be my next boo
Im far from simple come see what i been through
Flipping a pie we running the block for real (Yea)
And if he wilding he can get shot for real (Yea)
I pray my dog he gets his appeal
We like the navy we up in the field
He can get shot for real
He can get popped like he was a pill
And if he wilding he can get shot for real (Yea)
I pray my dog he gets his appeal
We like the navy we up in the field
He can get shot for real
He can get popped like he was a pill
She gona treat me like the man
Roney the big dog with a plan
She got her face down for the bands
She said Her friend saying she a fan
I got a bag of bitches relax
They be the baddest bitches its facts
He wanna learn send that boy to class
Lil nigga better focus on his math
Ride it that lil bitch she pilot
Sinners wilding we give out work consignment
If he dont pay back we find him
Bad lil ting gon line him
Burner that came with a silence so u wont hear a think when we sliding
Do a hit like 007 treat a op like a damm lil peasant
Didn't cry when i got my sentence rondawg I'm to independent
Ima get my money start ghosting
Pockets on strong hulk hogan
That stick that stays in the denim
Put your man on game he lofting
Flipping a pie we running the block for real (Yea)
And if he wilding he can get shot for real (Yea)
I pray my dog he gets his appeal
We like the navy we up in the field
He can get shot for real
He can get popped like he was a pill
Pop him do that boy dirt so rotten
Often run up these bands so often
Man they put my mans in a coffin
Now it's up and there's no long talking
Got 12 lil shells in the cartridge he a goon whats a goon to a martian
Run up a check step on a neck
Wont settle for less just give me respect
He wanna flex like he make a mess but he wont invest in 40's and tec's
That lil bullet go right through your chest
He begging for breath
But there's nothing left
Shorty she wild she begging for sex
Op think I'm dumb but I'm playing chess
Run up with drums like playing a set
I made her guess she know I'm young but im gona f*ck like a vet
Mhmm
Just know who u next to girl i want u be my next boo
Im far from simple come see what i been through
Flipping a pie we running the block for real (Yea)
And if he wilding he can get shot for real (Yea)
I pray my dog he gets his appeal
We like the navy we up in the field
He can get shot for real
He can get popped like he was a pill
Writer: ALEXANDER JAE MITCHELL, BRAM SIMS BESSOFF, MICHAEL ANTHONY SMITH
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave