Real Talk

Ay, you don't fuck with us

We don't fuck with you, **** (That's just what it is)

And that's just what it is

Straight up (Talk)

I don't mind killin' that's the blood in me (Real talk)

And I been breakin' down bills since a lil' ****

Just got off the phone right now, I know this shit be crazy

Told 'em, good lookin' on that rat, ****

He shouldn't have made it

And I'ma keep it real, sometime I don't feel like it

But I got a son, ****, and I still write him

Ask me why I'm talkin' shit like they investigatin'

I know I wanna smoke, but we might be the next to make it

All these Percs on me, ****, got my phone ringin'

Bitches shakin' ass, **** tuned in

Gon' pop a watcher, yeah, **** that's a good pokin'

Five trays full of ones got the club focused

They love a ****, from the bitches to the club owners

We got alcohol, we got drugs on us

Only trippin on a, if a mutt on us

I can't tell yo shit 'bout how the hood talk

We got a draw for every problem, bitch, that's wood talk

I'm from the east, ****, where ain't nothing grew

But I can still show your bitch how a hunnid look

And I can still show your bitch who you been runnin' with

You **** known for talkin', we known for runnin' shit

You **** into textin', we in to runnin' bitches

My youngin down in Texas know how to run a bitch

We got them drugs with us, talkin' a hunnid strips

I know they watchin' me, keep a Glock with me

Fuck the law bro, what? All that shit ain't stoppin' me

I keep a couple 'round that go up top for me

**** gon' fuck around, become an opp to me

Bitch, the whole east say they rock with me

Shout out to Ant Beast, it's time to lock the streets

Dead before they signed or rich, you know I rock with Meech

This is for your honor, free my brother Skeet

This one for my mama, boy, I'm worth a hunnid Gs

Shout out to the firm, I can move a hunnid beans

Shout out to the firm, I can move a hunnid bowls

Bitch, I'm on parole, still keep a hunnid close

Two hunnid on the dash, I be on the go

Put him on his ass, thought he had me on the ropes

Mind clear for us, them our only copes

Bitches stare at us like we they only hope

Leans in the Sprites, that's the only dope

Beans get sent off, shit, that's all I know

Ten milli Glocks, all I fuckin' tote

I'm waitin' on you, doggy, that's the only thing I wrote

Finna sing out, hope they let man out

If you don't think I'm totin', ****, come and find out (Bitch)

Lil' ****