[Intro: Bobby Fishscale]
Ayy, yeah (Yung Rari, Yung Rari)

[Chorus: Bobby Fishscale]
I'm lit in real life, bitch, not just on the 'Gram (Not just on the 'Gram)
AMG 63, fast like a Lamb'
I'm lit in real life, bitch, 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 shit 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 shit 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, bitch, you turnt, in real life, you ain't lit (You ain't lit)
[Chorus: Bobby Fishscale]
I'm lit in real life, bitch, not just on the 'Gram (Not just on the 'Gram)
AMG 63, fast like a Lamb'
I'm lit in real life, bitch, 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, bitch (Yeah), yeah, y'all know what's going (For sure, haha)
Huh, seen so many n***as pass away (Grrah)
Cause a tragedy, on God (Bah), my mama had a masterpiece (Mama, thank you, haha)
Boom (Yeah), bitch, 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 shit right on your porch (Pussy-boy)
Walk on beats, for real (Uh-huh), I do this shit 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***a (Grrah)
Call my bluff (Boom, boom-boom), bitch, we lit, for real
While y'all own n***as hold nuts on us
Haha, look, suck a dick (Pussy)
[Chorus: Bobby Fishscale]
I'm lit in real life, bitch, not just on the 'Gram (Not just on the 'Gram)
AMG 63, fast like a Lamb'
I'm lit in real life, bitch, 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, bitch, 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 bitch 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)
Bitch, I'm lit in real life, got these n***as suicidal (N***as 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, bitch, not just on the 'Gram (Not just on the 'Gram)
AMG 63, fast like a Lamb'
I'm lit in real life, bitch, 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 shit 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 shit 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)