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bobby fishscale – lit n real life lyrics

[intro: bobby fishscale]
ayy, yeah (yung rari, yung rari)

[interlude: bobby fishscale]
i’m lit in real life, all my diamonds real ice
all this drip this new season, i don’t want no half price (no half price)
all this sh+t you see me with, just know i could’ve bought it twice (i could’ve bought it twice)
r.i.p that boy virgil, still eatin’ off white

[verse 1: bobby fishscale]
still eatin’ off the fork, still eatin’ off the crike
still lit on the ‘gram, still lit in real life
still a light yo’ ass up if i feel like that you ain’t right
still get ’em for the five, let ’em go for a stike
midnight ride to georgia, feel like gladys knight
midnight ride to georgia, i just made thirty rikes
yeah, you get a lot of likes, but you ain’t really got them rikes
i left the house with nan dollar, came back with ninety stikes (ninety stikes)
lately i can’t lie, that sh+t been comin’ in fast (fast)
versace stamp bricks, got versace on my ass (my ass)
when i come back out the freezer, guaranteed to make ’em mad (mad)
ayy, i’ma make ’em mad, yeah, i’ma make ’em sick
somebody call haimvo, i need a shark eatin’ a fish
need a shark eatin’ a fish, need a fork in the whip
on the ‘gram, b+tch, you turnt, in real life, you ain’t lit (you ain’t lit)
[chorus: bobby fishscale]
i’m lit in real life, b+tch, not just on the ‘gram (not just on the ‘gram)
amg 63, fast like a lamb’
i’m lit in real life, b+tch, not just on the ‘gram (the ‘gram)
every city that i hit, these hoes know just who i am (just who i am, we gone)

[verse 2: anti da menace]
blaow, b+tch (yeah), yeah, y’all know what’s going (for sure, haha)
huh, seen so many n+ggas pass away (grrah)
cause a tragedy, on god (bah), my mama had a masterpiece (mama, thank you, haha)
boom (yeah), b+tch, i kick down the door (get on it)
get on the floor, that drac’ go blow (gah, gah)
amiri jeans, they cost a ‘bow, facts (fah)
here i come, lil’ boy (ah+ha, ah+ha), i swear you better run, lil’ boy (sorry)
got my gun and you got yours (frrah)
i let it spark, no back and forth (don’t run out)
yeah, devil child, for real (okay), leave a bag of sh+t right on your porch (p+ssy+boy)
walk on beats, for real (uh+huh), i do this sh+t until my feet get sore
yeah, lit in real life (ah+haha), i made a forty shooting dice (for sure)
pockets stuffed, i got a dub on me right now (come on through)
somethin’ light, yeah
play, you gon’ get bust, lil’ n+gga (grrah)
call my bluff (boom, boom+boom), b+tch, we lit, for real
while y’all own n+ggas hold nuts on us
haha, look, suck a d+ck (p+ssy)
[chorus: bobby fishscale]
i’m lit in real life, b+tch, not just on the ‘gram (not just on the ‘gram)
amg 63, fast like a lamb’
i’m lit in real life, b+tch, not just on the ‘gram (the ‘gram)
every city that i hit, these hoes know just who i am (just who i am)

[verse 3: bobby fishscale]
i really like to trap up when i walk in (walk in)
i just—, boom, ninety+two plates of blue fin (blue fin)
i’m lit ’cause i could get fish and make a free ten (free ten)
i’m lit ’cause no matter what studio, b+tch, i go in (i go in)
i’m lit ’cause amg almighty gas is my best friend (best friend)
i turnt up to a thousand, now i’m tryna get a friend (get a friend)
i’m lit ’cause i take a flow, never use that b+tch again (again)
i’m lit ’cause i got million flows, never touch a pen (touch a pen)
i never touch a pen but i always touch the powder (the powder)
b+tch, i’m lit in real life, got these n+ggas suicidal (n+ggas suicidal)
yeah, yo’ city kinda lit, but it ain’t lit like ours (like ours)
we got forty+two rappers, free dugg out the fryer (out the fryer)
re+up a million plates, i might retire (might just retire)

[chorus: bobby fishscale]
i’m lit in real life, b+tch, not just on the ‘gram (not just on the ‘gram)
amg 63, fast like a lamb’
i’m lit in real life, b+tch, not just on the ‘gram (the ‘gram)
every city that i hit, these hoes know just who i am (just who i am)
[interlude: bobby fishscale]
i’m lit in real life, all my diamonds real ice
all this drip this new season, i don’t want no half price (no half price)
all this sh+t you see me with, just know i could’ve bought it twice (i could’ve bought it twice)
r.i.p that boy virgil, still eatin’ off white

[outro: bobby fishscale]
all this sh+t you see me with, just know i could’ve bought it twice
r.i.p that boy virgil, still eatin’ off white (still eatin’ off white)

- bobby fishscale lyrics

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