(Q Red on the track and he runnin' this bitch)

Know it's real

Let 'em know it's real

Let 'em know it's real

Know it's real

Know it's real (Drop that bitch, Q Red)

Know we in the field (In the field), we catch a opp, we let 'em know it's real (Know it's real)

Cutter bite ya, it'll have ya shit like Holyfield

This fast life we live come with a lot of gifts, you better have skill

Ain't no gang violence (Gang violence), we just mob

Ties (Mob)

And up 'til three, we can't sleep, we just ain't 'bout it (Ain't 'bout it)

I'ma shoot her, with my heater, that's a shame, probably (Shame)

Real killers smack a **** with a name 'bout it

Gon' be a victim, your brother still on the seat

I'll jack the city, bitch, I'm starvin', it been days I ain't eat (I ain't eat)

Took off your face, slangin' K's, and them blaze, and the B, if I got to (B, bah)

Better not let me spot you, I'ma red dot you (Bah)

Give me head, special leg, show me what a thot do (What a thot do)

Just like I got the drop, I know how to find your spot, too

I know them **** hoes, I don't salute them, ****

Creep, creep low, with Draco's, and get a blues, lil' ****

Better watch your step, and keep your tool, lil' ****

We say, "You kill about this shit? I never knew, lil' ****"

I still don't know

Anyplace I go, my steel'll blow

Your dog, get in his shit

Tell me what the fuck ya chillin' for (Tell me what ya chillin' for)

"Yeah, you threw diamonds in your denim

What you trippin' for?

And you got more than them all divided, and you're gettin' dough," but I need more

It's just never enough

Let you run, when we come

Then, we catchin' right up

****, leavin' you stuck (On the real)

Tell your partners to come pick you up (On the real)

They sent a blitz and missed, so they know what it's hittin' for (On the real)

I got a stick with the glizzy, that's what these glizzies for

She fell asleep, with a menace, and turned straight to a thug

Give me some chicken, and hop on a flight straight to the plug

They was taxin' for their rep, so I won't show no love

Got them chains goin' insane, this a different drug

Have my lil' partner take your brain, if you end up slumped

Oh, we in the field (In the field), we catch a opp, we let 'em know it's real (Know it's real)

Cutter bite ya, it'll have your shit like Holyfield

This fast life we live come with a lot of gifts, you better have skill

Ain't no gang violence, we just mob

Ties (Mob)

And up 'til three, we can't sleep, we just ain't 'bout it (We just ain't 'bout it, ain't)

I'ma shoot her, with my heater, that's a shame, probably (Shame)

Real killers smack a **** with a name 'bout it (Name 'bout it)

Let 'em know it's real

Let 'em know it's real

Let 'em know it's real

Let 'em know it's real