5Real

Lyrics

(you can really do that tommy) I cook dope like for real I sauce up let it speel I walk water like gills You ain't eat it till your money on the millz Take a nigga shit and he won't get it back (get it back) Run around with a mini mac (we into that) Yeah i'm really from where i be chillin at You can tell that i bang about my fitted cap Bust a nigga head for the fuck of it (for the fuck of it) Fuck a bitch from the hood im a dust bucket Like what up bitch fuck something Bitch suck something, Glock 19 I don't trust notin Right now we in the bay, I'm with big chad (big chad) I'm with baby stone, I'm tryna touch a big bag I don't play boy no big sad No zig zag, no drig drag Hotdog walk a nigga with his bitch ass Fat top, make a nigga slimp fast Shoulda texted you bitch like simp bag Took his place cause she don't know her rеal dad Bitch a real nigga you don't need no real ass Gave a opp a pass and I'm still mad God knows I shoulda beep boppеd beat his ass' You ain't never seen a like, I'm a walking stash Okay diamonds like water I'm a walking flash Told that bitch i need money tryna offer ass Nigga, wit the opps you apart of that Glock like a bad barber put your shit farther back Look, I cook dope like for real Look, I sauce up let it speel I walk water like gills You ain't eat till your money on the millz Hot sauce up make it speel I walk water like gills You ain't eaten till your money on the millz Don't ask where im from you can tell by my face tats Go against the gang we gone leave that nigga face flat Rucci like north, north I told her bring the j rats I'm with the baby stones I'm with the ones who don't play that Bring a Glock and tape it up, you know we with the jogging up He tried to ran and tripped what he thought we wasn't gonna chalk him up Five time, no cuts BSG we ain't got no smut Been in the field i told my niggas live it up I need a big bad tired of waiting on that double up Forever fuck the opps check the score bitch we been up You niggas not (fanty?) i know its hard to keep up I ain't have shit now these niggas they want to be us I ain't want to hear you resume like a b plus Tryna go against the gang you niggas better team up They say they hangin out side we gotta free one And when we been in niggas blocks we gonna clean em Road bitch I gotta bag she betta be I drop a percy in the wok just so that i can get my lean on Dope dick, I'm the nigga that she fiend for Attitude (?) like a mean hoe Little momma in the diss told her ding dong I'm a ape you monkey bitch im king kong Choppa hit that nigga in his mouth now his teeth gone Ballin on these niggas for a quarter with no cheat code Throw it back then she smile she a freak ho (?) got the juice tie it pico She like to look me in my eyes when she deep throat But she ain't tryna blow a bag she a cheap hoe 8 street slidin on the pole with the blicky take him down All fades to the back ain't turnin nothing down I'm military fn leavin see through lines like a hole puncher stole runner And them fades 5thousand bape shoes my louis chucks cost a lite bag But a paid all flus I letter buss it down and back it up and play wit dog food Last nigga got a head up I gotta max him out Wit that lil nigga on his 5 i had him tappin out Same shit you be cappin bout we really live that life Keep that flame rag to the right and grip my pistol tight Bounty jail and fades arive bracken niggas run and hide (clized)? up baby stone trippin and I'm bang the 5 Yeah, yeah we on these niggas next they can't breathe none Hit the block they see our face they gone freeze up I dont know bout yo team but my team up If we ain't on the alcohol pour the lean up Today is no blacks I'm just rollin hella weed up But junkie on me ten i just had to beat a fiend up Watchout 5 slow down you just almost spilled my lean cup We're outside right now i (?) we finna T up