Kodak Black - Real sh** lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, I'm f**in' with this sh** right here, this straight Y'all already know what it is, this lil Kodak, man f** you f** you kodak the mf sh** i ate angel p**y in this b**h [Hook] This that real sh**, for whatever sh** you goin' through I check your resume, before I do a song wit you You don't feel this? Then n***a, I don't what's wrong wit you You ain't her daddy, so don't think that b**h belong to you She's a ill b**h, f**in' me and all my homies too She be on me, so why you think that all she want is you? [Verse 1] I was in that Yoda, sellin' Yoda on the move Deliverin', I'm takin' orders, I ain't sellin' food Book bag full of paper, but I never go to school I use to tote that bar, now I just keep totin' tools Yee ain't got no street cred, you ain't even got no bread You be pillow talkin', boy, she told me everything you said I be anywhere, go everywhere, just pull up on yo set Pull up Panamare, flyers everywhere, oh, they dead And I'm fresh to d**h, flyers everywhere, I k** em' dead I won't fight you bout no b**h, but I gon' fight for my respect I just post a picture, now she wanna get all in my chest And the waiter beep keep knockin', I can't stop bopin' my head Damn, I hate when you be stoppin', girl just keep droppin' that neck I'mma hit you with this pistol, if you do that sh** again I love this sh**, for real, and it ain't all about the bread But I see I'm worth it, so now I be all about a check They buy my sh** on iTunes, but it free ride on the web Cuz I drop that sh**, you want to, you just pop it in, and play it I don't wear that Invicta no more, I rock Audemars Piguet Not a k**er, but don't push me, cuz I'm too close to the edge [Hook] This that real sh**, for whatever sh** you goin' through I check your resume, before I do a song wit you You don't feel this? Then n***a, I don't what's wrong wit you You ain't her daddy, so don't think that b**h belong to you She's a ill b**h, f**in' me and all my homies too She be on me, so why you think that all she want is you? You don't feel this? Then n***a, I don't what's wrong wit you You ain't her daddy, so don't think that b**h belong to you [Verse 2] Road runner, bill, I'm on the turn pipe, just flowin' through Pourin' out the seal, I'm poured a whole pint, pourin' a deuce Only real relate, but you won't relate, even if you fake I was hungry, cuz my daddy never stepped up to the plate I'm a snapper, I'm a trapper, I'm a chapter, I'm a rapper Nuttin' personal, but if you want a verse, then I'mma tax you I just asked around town about ya, they said you a actor We can't do no song, f** the money, that don't even matter [Hook] This that real sh**, for whatever sh** you goin' through I check your resume, before I do a song wit you You don't feel this? Then n***a, I don't what's wrong wit you You ain't her daddy, so don't think that b**h belong to you She's a ill b**h, f**in' me and all my homies too She be on me, so why you think that all she want is you? You don't feel this? Then n***a, I don't what's wrong wit you You ain't her daddy, so don't think that b**h belong to you