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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Uzi Vert
Lil Uzi Vert
Lead Vocals
Bobby Kritical
Bobby Kritical
Programming
DJ Plugg
DJ Plugg
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Symere Woods
Symere Woods
Songwriter
Bobby Turner Jr.
Bobby Turner Jr.
Songwriter
DJ Plugg
DJ Plugg
Songwriter
Kenneth Smith, Jr.
Kenneth Smith, Jr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kesha Lee
Kesha Lee
Recording Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Leslie Braithwaite
Leslie Braithwaite
Mixing Engineer
Bobby Kritical
Bobby Kritical
Producer
DJ Plugg
DJ Plugg
Producer

Lyrics

Damn DJ Plugg, you just kill- Bobby Kritical For real, for real, for real, yeah Sleep on 'em that's Tempur-Pedic Get the green like it's kale Pockets they fat just like Kenan Told her I love her, ain't mean it That's because I hit the meanest You heard that I am from Mars I heard that you was from Venus I met that bitch in a meeting I fucked that bitch from the meeting I been was planning to leave her So I just left it to Jesus, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh Lil Vert like Gerald, told that girl to cheer up Fucking that girl 'til she tear up Heard you fucked her she embarrassed Heard your whip Gary Barbara, ew Wait, for real? For real? For real? Diamonds they wet like a seal Diamonds wet like Navy Seal Heard you drink lean, crack the seal Everybody know it ain't real You know I kept it for real Walk around with it for real You wanna bet that my money for real For real? For real All of my diamonds for real, different color like Pharrell's Yeah that's for real, for real, for real You know I kept it for real Walk around with it for real You wanna bet that my money for real For real? For real All of my diamonds for real, different color like Pharrell's Yeah that's for real, for real, for real Won't say no names but my niggas they pulled up You niggas talk too much, get your mouth sewed up Look at my chain, throwing salt 'cause it's snowing Vivienne West with my fur looking polar My Gosha from Dover, I drive in the Rover Homie don't know me, don't get in my moment All that sneak dissing, don't think that I ain't noticed I left my door and I forgot to close it Boy better keep it sealed Fuck around, get killed Fuck around, get drilled Cut your hands if you steal Whip it up like a meal I just made me a mill' Money jumping out my pockets Tucking bands in my belt Stop calling my phone Leave me alone I'm on TV, with the VVS, so I 3-D my stones, yeah We really don't get along She anemic, I'm more chill Had to keep this shit for real All the way 'til the beat build You know I kept it for real Walk around with it for real You wanna bet that my money for real For real? For real All of my diamonds for real, different color like Pharrell's Yeah that's for real, for real, for real You know I kept it for real Walk around with it for real You wanna bet that my money for real For real? For real All of my diamonds for real, different color like Pharrell's Yeah that's for real, for real, for real
Writer(s): Donald Cannon, Kenneth Smith, Symere Woods Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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