Real Don't Cost Shit Lyrics

(Stop shit)

(Bounced out wit a blick that ain't gon, ay)

(Ay, uh)

Bein uh, been real, it don't cost shit

Talkin bout makeup, hair, and nails

I need a boss bitch

Lacoste shit, face gator

Ion get the same paper, uh

Damn, where Loverboy?

In the field, ill sing later

Trap movin, ay

Trap boomin, ay, ha

They keep missing, told them niggas stop shooting

Pick a ball up, start hooping

Me and my niggas lock juking, ay

Please don't try up that lil shit

We really Glock users, ay

Please don't call on yo big cousin or imma pop Pookie

Please don't ball up them lil fists

Cause imma knock looser

Please don't ask how I do this shit

Im the pied piper

Miss my '05 its wide body and it ride nicer

I been feeling pain, I can't een lie, I been M5 bitin

Thinking of lil ways to get his ass

I might just side swipe em

In that scope on top a hill, like a scout sniper

Big suppressor on the tip cause its a loud rifle

Drought baby, if you know you know

I swear the drought crazy

Soldiers on the frontline stepping, we about facin

Worried bout that bitch and she was hot, now his mouth cajun

Neighbors hate me, when I fuck my bitch, they hear the loud bangin

Remember seeing niggas in the band, now they start bangin

Nigga tried to run off wit the sack and now we car chasin

Glock uppin, nigga hit the jerk, I got the car jumpin

Bounced out wit a lil ass blick, that ain't gon stop nothin