โหลดเพลง mp3 Realer N Realer - Future

Realer N Realer (Explicit) - Future/Juice WRLD
Lyrics by：Nayvadius Wilburn/Jarad Higgins/Wesley Glass
Composed by：Nayvadius Wilburn/Jarad Higgins/Wesley Glass
Yeah yeah
I like to do what I wanna do
I like to play with these bands
I got the money and fame now
My family don't understand understand
S**t getting realer and realer uh
Came up on a couple of million uh
I invest that in some buildings uh
Look at my money it tripled uh
S**t getting realer and realer uh
I lost my bro to the system uh
I lost my bro to a pistol uh
They tried to take me with him uh
I can't go for that no no
I stay with killers every day
Keep a 40 it's hungry
I turn your block to a buffet
Yeah I spend a lot
Balenciaga jacket dior shades
I got a lean stain on it
I'ma give it to my maid
Uh people love to talk about the money that they make
Nobody wanna talk about the money that they save
Who am I to talk about it I blow money every day
'Cause I know when you die
You can't take the s**t to your grave
Gucci and louis shoes everywhere
I don't got no closet space
Versace drawers
My underwear cost what you make in a week
Uh big s**t expensive s**t
All that s**t
12 gauge hit him he do backflips
40 hit him and he michael jackson
Uh big s**t expensive s**t all that s**t
Only wanna f**k one time baby
I'm on the fall back s**t
Matter fact you wanna f**k her
But you on the call back list
But if I hit it already
Chances are I ain't finna call back b***h
S**t getting realer and realer uh
Came up on a couple of million uh
I invest that in some buildings uh
Look at my money it tripled uh
S**t getting realer and realer uh
I lost my bro to the system uh
I lost my bro to a pistol uh
They tried to take me with him uh
I can't go for that no no
I stay with killers every day
Keep a 40 it's hungry
I turn your block to a buffet
Yeah I spend a lot
Balenciaga jacket dior shades
I got a lean stain on it
I'ma give it to my maid
All these tennis chains on
I kinda feel like a slave
B***h got a cum stain on my gucci shirt
I threw it away
I'm so fly to you I'm high to you
I take that to the grave
Having a thrill off these pills
I could od any day
S**t getting realer and triller
I came up on a lotta m's
Gotta pop on the opps
We shootin' out soon as we see 'em
Mobbin' on the G 6's gon' very hard to see him
I turned a stripper to a maid bringing magic to the crib
Seven carats on my ring
Seven carats on my ears
Chopper going off like ring ring
Got peedi crakk yeah
I got céline and codeine I'm going outta here
Got more hoes than yeezy clothes
They put up like souvenirs
S**t getting realer and realer uh
Came up on a couple of million uh
I invest that in some buildings uh
Look at my money it tripled uh
S**t getting realer and realer uh
I lost my bro to the system uh
I lost my bro to a pistol uh
They tried to take me with him uh
I can't go for that no no
I stay with killers every day
Keep a 40 it's hungry
I turn your block to a buffet
Yeah I spend a lot
Balenciaga jacket dior shades
I got a lean stain on it
I'ma give it to my maid