illy tha spitta - Really (feat. 400Pharaoh) Lyrics

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If yall don't know by now
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I'm really I'm really im really I'm mothaf*cking really I'm really I'm really
I'm mothaf*cking really bout whatever, bitch I'm really bout whatever
I'm really bout whatever, bitch I'm really bout whatever
I'm really, I'm really, I'm really, I'm motherf*ckin' really
I'm really, I'm really, I'm motherf*ckin' really
Bout whatever, bitch I'm really bout whatever
I'm really by whatever, bitch I'm really by whatever
Bitch I'm by whatever, that's your people tell em settle or bring metal
However you tryna play it, I play it better
Twin clocks and a shovel, will they find his body? NEVER.
I ain't gotta spin again and my shots hit every fella
Ain't no talkin' when it's up, niggas won't even know we beefin'
Infiltrate your whole camp, which one of them soldiers need feeding?
I'll make your bitch give you up damn, niggas shouldn't be cheatin'
When you find out it's a problem, you already became a secret
So leave it, or become a paraplegic
I'm cool with that,
Don't believe that shit
Ain't aimin' for knees and shit, I'm shootin' from heart to head
Bullets exercisin' in his body, doin' jumpin' jacks
Make him fall face forward since he didn't wanna fall back
Last thing you hear before things go black
If I get you, I get you
It ain't no way you gettin' that lick back
Cool and collective, don't make me turn to a mad max
I won't ' brag about the murder, we just gon' eat where the body at
I'm really, I'm really, I'm really, I'm motherf*ckin' really
I'm really, I'm really, I'm motherf*ckin' really
Really bout whatever, bitch, I'm really bout whatever
I'm really bout whatever, bitch, I'm really bout whatever
I'm really, I'm really, I'm really, I'm motherf*ckin' really
I'm really, I'm really, I'm motherf*ckin' really
And really bout whatever, bitch, I'm really bout whatever
I'm really bout whatever, bitch, I'm really bout whatever
You aint really like that, tell that boy to get back
Cause you know them steppers cook the slack, but you won't get a rematch
Like throw a post-it on the block, you know we told them to match
Like, go ahead, let the opps slide, put that boy off the map
Like, uh-huh, ay, man down in the hood
You should've played the cards right, got me misunderstood
Uh-huh, ay, you just as should've, could've, would
You cappin' like you're with it, had to roll him in the wood
I rolled him in the hood, boy, I'm a big dog like I'm suge
Got steppers quick to slide, getting my brothers from the mud
Put money on your head just to make the job look good
I'm staying sucker-free just like my nigga Benji would
Uh-huh, ay, you ain't really, really, nah
You ain't really, really, nah
You ain't really, really, nah
Uh-huh, ay, you ain't really, really, nah
You ain't really, really, nah
You ain't really, really, nah
I'm really, I'm really, really I'm motherf*cking really
I'm really, I'm really, I'm motherf*cking really
I'm really bout whatever, bitch, I'm really bout whatever
I'm really bout whatever, bitch, I'm really bout whatever
I'm really, I'm really, I'm really, I'm motherf*cking really
I'm really, I'm really, I'm motherf*cking really
I'm really bout whatever, bitch, I'm really bout whatever
I'm really bout whatever, bitch, I'm really bout whatever