Like Really Tho

Lyrics

[Intro] I-R-I, yeah yeah Nephy three times, haha, come on [Chorus] All my kinfolk sell dope, pimp hoes, rob foes Kill foes, kick doors, like really, though I do not trust these hoes, or love these hoes Clap my chopper, hit my dance on these hoes I'm the type of motherfucker take your bitch Make her come back to my condo, suck my dick Right there on my kitchen floor My paint look like cocaine, catch a drain, feel me Might hit the Flame, put lemon pepper on my wings [Verse 1] Fuck hoes, sell dope, love hoes, snort coke I'm a dog ass nigga, love these dog ass hoes I'll take your bitch, make her suck a thousand dicks Make her turn a thousand tricks, I just bought a thousand sticks What's up, what's up, what's up, champ? My diamonds light up like lamps I used to shoot dice with food stamps, food stamps Food, food, food, food, food stamps My brick better have two stamps, my heroin press got two clamps Chop a nigga down like a tree, nigga Like deh-deh-deh-deh-deh-deh-deh-deh Got twenty bad hoes in the club with me Me and Camp Hunna got twin pistols Me and Camp Hunna fuckin' twin sisters Ran off with a brick by the chinchila I'm a real, real, real, real, real nigga Fuck that, I'm a real, trill, trill nigga These days I really don't feel niggas K, K, K, K, wanna kill niggas [Chorus] All my kinfolk sell dope, pimp hoes, rob foes Kill foes, kick doors, like really, though I do not trust these hoes, or love these hoes Clap my chopper, hit my dance on these hoes I'm the type of motherfucker take your bitch Make her come back to my condo, suck my dick Right there on my kitchen floor My paint look like cocaine, catch a drain, feel me Might hit the Flame, put lemon pepper on my wings [Verse 2] I'll be damned if I stop if I get flagged by the cops Burberry bandana on my head like 2-2-2-2Pac I'm the big kahuna, I smoke marijuana If you run up on me, vato, you gon' meet that coroner Mucho traficante, I got sauce, picante He didn't make it out the egg crate but he 'bout that gun play Bitch, this real Givenchy, but this motherfucker stolen Don't you owe me, bitch? You finna sell some pussy for me? It ain't stealin' 'less you caught, cook that dope up with a fork Everything I got, I bought, I-I-I-I-I-I bought I don't pl-pl-pl-play games, I'm not-not-not-not no lame I take this chopper, cock it back, and shoot you dead in your face [Chorus] All my kinfolk sell dope, pimp hoes, rob foes Kill foes, kick doors, like really, though I do not trust these hoes, or love these hoes Clap my chopper, hit my dance on these hoes I'm the type of motherfucker take your bitch Make her come back to my condo, suck my dick Right there on my kitchen floor My paint look like cocaine, catch a drain, feel me Might hit the Flame, put lemon pepper on my wings