Real Shit Lyrics

I'm bout to talk to y'all niggas real quick, you heard

HaHa, Look

I told my momma it's gon' be okay, I know it hurt to see me front that judge with them tears on your face

I ain't talkin', I ain't writin' shit, this ain't no paper mate

You mention my name, it should be with all the fuckin' heavyweights

ain't social, I don't fuck with these niggas, I like to separate

Don't like to wait on product, told my Spanish plug to andalé

When it come to money, I'm too focused, don't got time to waste

I talk that real shit, just gotta listen to the shit I say

I'm tryna kill shit, like the reaper I take you to your grave

People want and need a lot of shit, but what you ever did for me

I do what I can for all my bros who whilin in these streets

You could only do so much when they grew up around the beef

Gangstas move in silence, keep it quiet, boy, keep it discreet

I call you my brother, you my dog, we can never compete

They do it for the clout talking that tough shit for relevancy

Ever spent a pack and triple that by the end of the week

Ain't nobody bigger than me

Stop that shit, we do this every time

Baby girl, you know that you a dime

I'm tryna kick back and just unwind

Got some weed, the grip, a bottle, and my bitch, I'm ridin' dirty

Shorty tryna suck some dick, she tellin' me she thirsty

Play with mine I'd do one of you niggas in the worst way

Hopped up off the porch an early age, I ain't have no choice

Talkin' disrespect to one of mine we shoot at your boys

Said you heard some shit from a little birdie

Hooty-hoo, happy that you know some shit about me, nigga

Whoop-de-doo, hearin' shit from people I ain't tell it to

Like, who's you

I Shit on you niggas every day, that's on purpose

Lovin' all your body, all your curves, girl, you're perfect

She materialistic, she like purses and Birkins, I'm up in her stomach putting work in she squirtin' you nasty and perfect

I told my mama it's gon' be okay, I know it hurt to see me front that judge with them tears on your face

I ain't talkin', I ain't writin' shit, this ain't no paper mate

You mention my name, it should be with all the fuckin' heavyweights

ain't social, I don't fuck with these niggas, I like to separate

Don't like to wait on product told my Spanish plug to andalé

When it come to money, I'm too focused, don't got time to waste

I talk that real shit, just gotta listen to the shit I say

I'm tryna kill shit like the Reaper, I take you to your grave

Fuck you talking bout nigga this that real shit you heard

Boom-boom-boom

Glahhh