ISUREALLYOKAY? by Victo
• Written by LyricalX
yeah-ah-ah
bitch I know bitches so fuckin fake
you could pull up with a bitch she still a snake
hoppin' in the wraith
got the damn AK
bullets to your face, r-r-rainbow face
sold me the shit, is you really okay?
cuz we not okay, got the Bentayga wit' me bitch I lemonade
hoes want my soul I tell em it's okay go get it okay
bitches want me to die I can see it in they eyes
too many bitches who really like to fuckin lie
niggas always dissing they don't wanna be alive
bitch I know you miss it know you miss this
in the back of yo' mind woah oh oh
off dat lala like I'm Rihanna baby sex with me
b-b-b-baby sex with me, when you're next to me
high offa the ecstasy, ecstasy, woahoh
call me yo big poppa like I'm Biggie
niggas out to get me got the key to the city
bitch it's either him, me
or his, she
these bitches, they so dirty, they act like they busy
don't you lie to me you fuckin' faggot
i know you is not busy
and these hoes they wanna diss me
glocky on me, yeah, bitch, is you with me?
niggas out to get me, no damn Disney
no happily ever afters if you near me
i just want all these niggas to fear me
bitch, can you hear me? hard of hearing
yeah, these niggas, they sneering
and my nostrils, they be flaring
heart so broken you can barely even repair it
and please bare with me
and please bare with, and please bare with-
and I pull up in the wraith with a new bitch
and I was with my niggas and like 2 chicks
countin up my hunnids what am I doing?
baby do you love it love the way im moving
she so in love with me i knew it, knew it
told this bitch, "you knew this, knew this"
she go here then back again b-b-back again
she go here and then back again b-b-back again
love me 'fore i become mad again
and i know you're so down bad again
and i know you wanna fuck me so hardly
and i know nowadays you wanna party
and you're all that matters to me baby hardly
bitches, niggas, they really want me
and am i even what you wanted?
make yo head fly like a comet
niggas really make me vomit
you niggas broke you got no profit
all this money in my pockets, yeah-ah-ah
back again to where we started
these niggas gon end up as targets
we gon always boycott Target ayy-ayy
yeah-ah-ah
bitch I know bitches so fuckin fake
you could pull up with a bitch she still a snake
hoppin' in the wraith
got the damn AK
bullets to your face, r-r-rainbow face
sold me the shit, is you really okay?
was you truly my lover or was that also a lie?
she in my head and in my mind
blowin out my brains like all the time
i been feeling pain i wanna die
niggas in my face i don't know why
bitches caught a case and then they died
we're so damn fucked & so are they it's about time
niggas wanna play so we can play play with yo' mind
and i know you playing games you can't decide
bitch, are you okay? like are you fine?
and I say I'm okay and that it's alright
what can I say, bitch? bullets thru my mind
bullets thru my fuckin chest
i'll be dead before you know it
and i hope that you've noticed
and i am hoping one day I can start just copin
we in Bangkok nigga derozan
and she mad now, thought i wouldn't notice
she gon' throw it back now, she the slowest
i was with my niggas i was fuckin on a slow bitch
and niggas pulling triggas yeah yeah you know this
we was in the villa she smell like vanilla we in bangladesh
and she want my soul so come and get it i could care less
she just want the money offa me, i said, "no, not yet"
we with the shits i got the spliff the stick and blick
and them fuckin' checks
so you need to get checked out
bitch, you'll be dead now
i'm tryna fix my head now
one day I'll blow my head out
niggas fake, you knew this, we at odd now
bitches know what i got now
your whole fuckin shit was a facade, wow!
i'm with all my niggas it ain't no copout
heard your step-daddy is a cop now
i bet he gon' die, i rap in the studio
bitch turn off the radio, i'm shootin hoes
poisoning niggas, the way you do me tho
baby i'm with killas they gon shoot you slow
shoot you slow
ayy, ayy, they gon shoot you slow
so much money i thought you noticed
and you left me and my niggas so damn broken
can't see need glasses no Stevie
can't see need glasses no Stevie
and i hope one day you'll see me
for who I am and not who I used 2 be
and I know u turnin on the TV
ignorin me even though you clearly need me
whenever you ready to talk hit my line
without no insults
nigga, we put it in salt
and you always say it's his fault
niggas fake, this shit is your fault
and my throat hurts from screaming
and i was fighting all my demons
jean grey shit no Peter
be my MJ, you as hot as a fever, fever
100 degrees, busted AC
i'm in the house with yo' spouse we gon fuck 'til we can't see
and i really truly make niggas bleed
give me your love i'll set you free
niggas is menaces as you can see
yeah-ah-ah
bitch I know bitches so fuckin fake
you could pull up with a bitch she still a snake
hoppin' in the wraith
got the damn AK
bullets to your face, r-r-rainbow face
sold me the shit, is you really okay?