[Verse 3: Yung Leezy]
I'm a real
I'm a real
I'm a real
I'm a real f**ing n***a, I get hoes by the hunnids
I know my rappin OP, so don't tell me I mutt it
Yea, you know my name
It's Yung Leezy, b**h
Yea, you know my game
I be f**ing hoes easy, b**h
Yo b**h a good girl, she be going to the chapel
Nah I'm just playing, it's my dick that she be tryna grapple
Yea I eat her p**y like its a f**ing apple
And we f** so hard yea I hear her bones f**ing crackle
I knock the p**y out like Muhammad Ali
Her p**y beat up so hard she be yellin "Oh Golly!"
And then she bite my dick, I be like "Don't bite it Charlie"
Feeling good a** vibes like I'm Bob Marley
Yea y'all n***as know 4LM be taking over
Rap ain't a game, just ask Donald Glover
We be lucky tho, catching all these four-leaved clovers
Like I said rap ain't a game, Impractical Jokers
Th-this sh** about to blow up like a Sal Vulcano
I fingered her p**y like I'm playing the piano
This rapping sh** yea you n***as think it ain't real
Dunk up on her p**y, call me Bradley Beal
Hittin all these threes but p**y's my favorite meal
Eating that sh** so good, I make her f**ing squeal
And I'm done