Real Lyrics

Niggas is posers, ain't shit for real

The Drac gotta lil bit of kick, for real

Listen up bitch I make hits, for real

(The Real World)

These niggas faker than fire drills

Wock in my cup and I won't spill

Count it up myself, give a fuck bout a deal

Gotta bad bitch with sex appeal

Shorty gotta lace front an she gotta big butt

Chanel bag finna match her nails

Me an my niggas be rowdy as fuck

We gon slime your ass up, like bitch who care

We popin outta the cut and then we gon duck

It was like we was never there

Bitch wassup you know I ain't scared

Hollow tip rounds they be touchin his ass

Now that nigga be screamin like that nigga Fred

Issey Miyake cost a arm an a leg

Bitch, I deserve my respect

This, bout as easy as it get

I'm still goin till ain't nun left

Imma keep flowin till I'm outta breath

This bitch is goin, she showin her breast

Her best friend keep likin my story, I think that shit is a test

She wanna pull up on me cuz she horny

I said bitch be my guest

She slop me up and no she ain't borin

She givin me her best

She wanna fuck with a rich nigga

Send my lil shooter to get witcha

Hittin them boys with the stick, nigga

VV, ya my diamonds is bigger

Eatin me up she want Digi for diner

Beatin her back while I'm countin the figures

You know you can always count on me

You pass me the stick an I'm gona deliver

God damn

Niggas is posers, ain't shit for real

The Drac gotta lil bit of kick, for real

Listen up bitch I make hits, for real

These niggas faker than fire drills

Wock in my cup and I won't spill

Count it up myself, give a fuck bout a deal

This bitch is wet than a mop

She slop me up do a good job

I'm nuttin all up in her eyes

I tell that bitch, uh, surprise

These hoes gon be my demise

Tell then I'm beatin the odds

Locked in it's me and my guys

It's five of us, no burgers and fries

Bitch we ain't playin, ya we fina slide

We got the drop but you ain't outside

Bitch, what is you doin tryna hide

You know it's your time to meet God

Text her phone tell her I have arrived

Now she wanna put me up on live

Glock on my hip help me survive

Can't go back, no I can't rewind

Baby so bad she a dime

Drank in the Sprite, ya this ain't no wine

After we fuck don't ask me about my sign

Bitch I'm one of one, one of a kind

I say it's just her, she know that I'm lyin

Smokin good tree, ain't talkin no pine

I get so high I might break out my mind

Wow

Pockets finna hold a hunnid thou right now

I just made a play I touchdown

Ya

Watch the hunnids hit the ground

Ya

Ya

Ya