The Real You Lyrics

Chocolate bitch from the Raq, hair long, plus she thick

Nigga say he want smoke, told him, "Pull up in a bit"

Hop out with the A-Rod with the .60 clip

I'm headed to the Pharm, I'm finna bust a script

I know you don't mean no harm cause you run your lips

When it comes to this getting money, know we run this shit

Backend quarterbacked the play, Ima run the route

You could never ever be gang, cause you run your mouth

Okay, that money hit my phone, I'm never sleeping

Working everyday through the weekend

I got that money on my own, it ain't no secret

Got that money off of phones, yeah I can teach you

Yeah I got them bitches gone, it was easy

Pack touched, I was gone, they ain't see me

Man them bitches know it's on when they see me

All that dissing in them signs, wanna be me

She think we going on a vacation, took her to the O (Oh yea?)

Phone ringing, it's foe nem, they need a 100 bo—

I'm on the phone with bro nem, they need 100 coats

When I link with foe nem, you see a bunch of folks

Gotta keep Backend out the kitchen cause he love to soak

Shorty brought me 20K, I think I love this hoe

I just seen an opp at the spot tryna clutch his pole

I'm on another turnaround, another touch and go

You doing all that Ra-Ra boy I don't feel you

All that snitch talk like I won't kill you

Talking all that "bitch" talk like I won't spill you

Talking all that lick talk like we don't know the real you