ISUREALLYOKAY? by Victo

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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?

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