TOO REAL (feat. Black Zeus)

Ughh! Keep that pussy shit away from me She tell me positions she gon' get in She can't wait to be Settle down, homie? Tell that bitch to wait for me She flew into my city for my show And want to stay with me, facts (call it in) 187? Yeah, I murdered it I ain't got opinions on your shit I never heard of it But your bitch at my crib telling me "Babe I ain't concerned with him" The only name she calls me by is daddy, she be blurting it (Uh) They be telling me I'm out here doing too much I get with two bitches smoking trees getting too stuck Now thеy want to whisper in my ear they want to do stuff Lеt me make it clear, don't you get near me acting too tough Combat boots and them Rick Owens drawers on I ain't need security, I got dogs I could call on Head to the car ad I find and grip the sawed-off C-c-call the coroner Get his body hauled off (tell 'em) A hundred thousand on my wrist got an Audemars (Got an Audemars) Bitch I'm here today but I be gone tomorrow (Gone tomorrow) All we do is win I'm getting straight cake (Tell 'em) Oo, I'm too real hoe we can't fake (Can't fake) I'm too real hoe we can't fake (Can't fake) Too real hoe we can't fake (Can't fake) All we do is win (Win) I'm getting straight cake Oo, we too real we can't fake Ain't no need to try me Fronting like you got bodies Bad bitches stay beside me Gettin' money my hobby (Yea) Hussle mode so godly Can't see nobody stop me Don't care what it cost me Chasing the bread come clock me (Get it nigga) Ain't no talkin' all I want is face (Face) Tell your man to get off my phone, I got no time to play (No) Why they acting big til' we face to face? (Bitch) They turning bitch like it's Ru Paul's Drag race Its all gas no breaks (No breaks) All we know is gettin' paid Used to be broke, I switched lanes (Switched lanes) Now, I got sauce drip stains Miss me with that sucka shit Get the number fuck 'em quick Droppin' drawers, fuck the laws Never see me bustin' quick (Nope) You wife them up, I just replace 'em quick (They gone) I was born to be on playa shit (Bitch) All I'm doing is pushin' pounds, no fake weight New Benz off the lot, got the pape plates Been a G since the jump, nigga ay ay (8, 8) Ooo, too real homie can't fake Tell 'em A hundred thousand on my wrist got an Audemars (Got an Audemars) Bitch I'm here today but I be gone tomorrow (Gone tomorrow) All we do is win I'm getting straight cake (Tell 'em) Oo, I'm too real hoe we can't fake (Can't fake) I'm too real hoe we can't fake (Can't fake) Too real hoe we can't fake (Can't fake) All we do is win I'm getting straight cake Oo, we too real we can't fake