Real G Shit (Remix) ft. Slim Sumo & RJ Hutch Lyrics

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Real G Shit Remix

Real G Shit Remix

A-Lux in the burbs on my G-thang

I ain't really tripping on what the rap bring

Just a young king with a dime piece

Got my demons in sight through the eyepiece, pop-pop

Got that dog in me, I got that smog in me

I played running back but got that hog in me

And they say talk is cheap, well I'm gonna run it up

Got my dick in your mouth, well fuck it up, fuck it up then

Bitch, my tape is so hot you catch a suntan

Bitch, I turned up my GUAP and said what's up, then?

You was messing with him and had me down in the dumps

So then I hit up your friend and gave a couple of pumps

Fucked that bitch, yeah

Fucking up the trap beats since back at HC, uh

Get me going in the booth, you all are going to need the AC, uh

I'm gonna need the new green, I ain't on no A-C, uh

Curved me back in high school, now she wants to date me, uh

Real G Shit, Monday until Sunday

Do it one way, baby that's the drunk way

Oh am I late? I feel like I'm Ye (but fuck Ye for real)

Well I just got paid, so baby I'm straight

Real G Shit, Monday until Sunday

Do it one way, baby that's the drunk way

Oh am I late? I feel like I'mYe (but fuck Ye for real)

Well I just got paid, so baby I'm straight

They saying I'm a killer, dick longer than gorillas

She pulls her titties out and I use them as some pillows

King-size bedsheets softer than chinchillas

Me, Lux, RJ too ill for vanillas, and we

Copping the game, stopping the game

Cock-blocking your name until we're famous

We love the Outlaws

Coming so hard out the ballpark like

My rocket inside of her anus

So, what are you saying, huh?

Who are you playing, bruh?

I hit your coach up

You don't play enough

Let me sub in, now all the sudden

I got them rubbing me in the tub and

What the fucking three?

While I'm puffing trees

I'm a fucking G

I'm gonna fuck in peace

Now she sucking me

What the butt-fuckery?

Fuck them all, get them short, get them tall

Real G Shit, Monday until Sunday

Do it one way, baby that's the drunk way

Oh am I late? I feel like I'm Ye (but fuck Ye for real)

Well I just got paid, so baby I'm straight

Real G Shit, Monday until Sunday

Do it one way, baby that's the drunk way

Oh am I late? I feel like I'm Ye (but fuck Ye for real)

Well I just got paid, so baby I'm straight

Yeah, uh

I'm on my G-shit

Pulling out the piece, watch them flee quick

Bitches on my dick doing CrossFit

Fucking with a boss bitch

But this ain't new to me

I put the screw in scrutiny

I'm still on your foolery

And she just gave me neck like my jewelry

But I ain't talking chains

Someone speaking of the brain

I'm about my cash game, yeah

I'm mother-fucking built different

I'm Walter White, haters more like Walt Disney

I want all the smoke, get stoned like kidneys

Haters more weak than the forty hours

And they got no dick, call that pussy power

Hey Sumo, what's good? Let's Eiffel Tower

She on my cock like London because bitch we fucking

Bring no rubber, man that don't fit me, it don't fit

My dick like nine inches, know what I'm saying?

Real G shit, motherfucker