Authentic

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[Intro] (It's a Wayne beat) Bitch (Rell On The Track) Yeah (Fuck the fire, we got grease) [Verse] Hey, hey, I gotta stop poppin' these Percs, got a real problem And I only want the pint if it's sealed proper I get this shit from AT, she a real doctor I hit his ass close range, let him feel copper I'm rockin' yellow, servin' green like a Oregon duck This my third ho this week and still got more to fuck I was trappin' out a bando that was boarded up You tryna match a four or more? Nigga, pour it up That's a eight, another eight, we done poured to brick You snitchin' on your own fam', boy, you bold as shit Got on two hundred worth of ice, I'm cold as shit I can teach you how to work a fully, control the wrist Every day I'm chasin' pape', I need all of it I got a pint, Rio got a pint, we drinkin' all of it If you can locate the drink, hit the call button All them niggas sayin' they got the bag, but they all bluffin' Hmm, catch me ridin' Ocean Drive with the top off Hmm, he ain't got the Rousseline, that's a knock off I been itchin' for a body, go 'head, pop off I sold this shit the hard way, nigga, not soft Unc' 'nem had a blowhouse right down the street And if you got some hard heads, send 'em down to me I'm kinda accurate with this case, so who down to see? I hit a four point play and we down by three Let me check my AP, we on real nigga timin' I wanna see my fam' all the time, but I'm grindin' Bro, we really made it out the mud, now we shinin' Put in hard work and you can tell from all these diamonds Huh, I know they bright, right? Real VVS's, you can use 'em as a night light The first time I ever took a thirty, I went night-night Come on down, you the winner if the price right You wanna slab, couple 'bows and some ice, right? I don't babysit, I teach the kids how to fight fight I raised this bitch to 12 O'clock, this the bike life Lean got me on the ropes, it's a tight fight Hmm, crib bigger than a bitch, I done got lost in it And bro be trippin' with that chopper like he autistic I got some red from 2012, this shit authentic If you got a plug on this shit, then we can talk business Shit, I'm buyin' everything if it's all vintage 50 cal' hit his ass, knock off a small pigment Not really worried 'bout the hoes, but they all pickin' I got some dogs bitin' hard, yeah, they all vicious
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- RMC Mike