(Hook)
Yeahh yeahh yeahh yeahh (ahh)(ahh)
For Real for real for real for real (For Real)
(ahh) Ain’t nothing gonna stop us
(For real for real, for real for real)
(ahh) You know we got them 30 Poppers
(For real for real, for real for real)
(ahh) You know I’d never leave my brothers (For real)
Only god is above us, For real (For real for real)
(For real for real, for real for real)
(Verse 1: G Herbo)
I done been in that field, seen niggas get murked
(For real, for real)
So I keep that strap sitting right on my lap, nigga kill or be killed (I got it)
And I can’t get wacked, cause I gotta make back what I lost in the trap
Bitch I’m all about a sack, hoes know I got racks cause I’m always in Saks
Lil herb really be on the block, for real for real (For real, for real)
Lil herb tot Glocks, I get a nigga a shot
Pull up in that drop coming straight from the dock and it come from the lot
Ridin‘ around my city with a cup and a blunt
50 Shots I ain’t worried about nothing (huh)
(Hook)
(ahhhh) Ain’t nothing gonna stop us (for real for real, for
real for real)
(ahhh) You know we got them 30 Poppers (for real for real,
for real for real)
(ahhh) You know I’d never leave my brothers (for real)
Only god is above us, for real (for real for real)
For real for real, for real for real (you ain’t know?)
Ahhh
(Verse 2: G Herbo)
For real for real, before I die I gotta see a hunnid mill
But I came from the Chi got some shorties with me that would
kill a nigga for a couple hunnid steal
Gettin money Herbo (?), the way I make those hunnids peal
Steady whippin, (?) another kill
Make a nigga wish he had another deal
Yeah and I said if I want it I’mma cop it
Run up on me (?), Imma pop it
Going off, can’t nobody stop us
My tapes be the hottest, before I even drop it
I don lost too many my niggas, I miss my niggas (for real,for real)
I don lost too many (?), so we finna go kill for real
(Hook)
(ahhh) Ain’t nothing gonna stop us (for real for real, for
real for real)
(ahhh) You know we got them 30 Poppers (for real for real,
for real for real)
(ahhh) You know I’d never leave my brothers (for real)
Only god is above us, for real (for real for real)
For real for real, for real for real (you ain’t know?)
Ahhh
(Verse 3: G Herbo)
For real for real, I feel mentally ill
Cause if I see an opp, Imma let off this thirty shot Glock, till it’s empty as hell
(?), I do not show no sympathy still
I gotta be rich or be dead
Drinking this pint to the head, (?)
I’d rather drink codine instead, I’m leaning and dozing
Superman mixing, pouring the purp with the red
Bitches they all in my face, they thirsty (?) , Shaking they ass
Better hope he don’t blast (Huh)
(Hook)
(ahhhh) Ain’t nothing gonna stop us (for real for real, for
real for real)
(ahhh) You know we got them 30 Poppers (for real for real,
for real for real)
(ahhh) You know I’d never leave my brothers (for real)
Only god is above us, for real (for real for real)
For real for real, for real for real (you ain’t know?)
Ahhh
