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