Lyrics

[Intro - Baseman] Real nigga shit Real nigga shit [Hook - Baseman] Real nigga shit Out here on these roads, gotta make this fucking paper quick You know we stay with it Big .45 and I'm shooting, I ain't waving it Real nigga shit Out here on these roads, gotta make this fucking paper quick You know we stay with it Big .45 and I'm shooting, I ain't waving it [Verse 1 - Margz] I'm in the same clothes for days, grinding at the trap spot Working like a slave, whipping powder into crack rock We're grinding to get paid, this for the have's and the have-not's Plus I keep the burner by the cooker, I'm a crack shot Get it? Don't let them hype they don't get it I've seen them man on the roads, they don't set it I'll set it on man and his O's, O2 No rules, anywhere man see him imma dead him All the real niggas fuck with me, they don't like that You don't get these arms on the roads, I'll take your nine akh I heard you pussies shit up your nose, you doing lines akh? That's why you're hyping on road, you're not a wild one It's cool you like to stay with your ting but fuck your mild gun Big .45 when I ride, I'm fucking wild son East side all day, niggas know where I'm from We gangbang in broad day, niggas know what I'm on [Hook - Baseman] Real nigga shit Out here on these roads, gotta make this fucking paper quick You know we stay with it Big .45 and I'm shooting, I ain't waving it Real nigga shit Out here on these roads, gotta make this fucking paper quick You know we stay with it Big .45 and I'm shooting, I ain't waving it [Verse 2 - Snap Capone] On the streets I'm a beast and they know why The forty-fifth kick him, watch his skull fly I don't make music you can dance to But I can make 'em shuffle if I bring the pump through Margz and Snap, hardest niggas, clart the MAC Frank Lucas, money in my garden akh With my Rottweiler dog, he'll he guarding that Shoot him in his chest, in his heart in fact Mob shit, twelve gauge mop stick Rock wigs then hop in and drop six Talking murder murder, you ain't dropped shit Souls leave when the fucking mop spits Counting money in the red California Flow cold, hypothermia Cocaine from Macedonia Portuguese mamis from Angola Snap killing niggas like Ebola [Hook - Baseman] Real nigga shit Out here on these roads, gotta make this fucking paper quick You know we stay with it Big .45 and I'm shooting, I ain't waving it Real nigga shit Out here on these roads, gotta make this fucking paper quick You know we stay with it Big .45 and I'm shooting, I ain't waving it Real nigga shit Out here on these roads, gotta make this fucking paper quick You know we stay with it Big .45 and I'm shooting, I ain't waving it Real nigga shit Out here on these roads, gotta make this fucking paper quick You know we stay with it Big .45 and I'm shooting, I ain't waving it