Real Ones Lyrics

All of you niggas that's hating

Just know that it's up now

Fuck it, it's stuck now

Just a young nigga in his own lane

I'm running these routes trying to catch me a touchdown

Balenciagas when I walk round

Cartier frames you can't talk down

Smoking on gas got me higher than a punt now

I reached a new level can't come down

Can't switch on the gang them my brothers

Copped a new big jeep with the windows tented

Start that bitch with a button

Stop putting your trust in these little bitty bitches

Cause if he got money she fucking

They after the digits, so rule #1

You gotta fuck em can't cuff em

Get down on your knees and start sucking

Gotta get to the bag, ooo

She shaking it fast I'm slapping her ass

I might throw some cash too

Got a digital dash I'm punching the gas

So get out my way

Move

Guess I got these niggas mad

Who knew?

You can't call yourself gang

Who You?

All that money spend the same

Boy shut the fuck up you a lame

I just been patiently waiting

Take a look at all this money I'm making

All of you bitches act basic

We took the blunt and faced it

I nut in her eye she need lasik

Nut her mouth let her taste it

She said it's too big she can't take it

I told you I'm one the greatest

She told me she love me she faking

I'm always real never fake it

Don't get along cause you the fakest

Buying liquor by the cases

Fly my bitch to different places

Won't fuck you but yes you can taste it

Told you lil mama I'm

All of you niggas that's hating

Just know that it's up now

Fuck it, it's stuck now

Just a young nigga in his own lane

I'm running these routes trying to catch me a touchdown

Balenciagas when I walk round

Cartier frames you can't talk down

Smoking on gas got me higher than a punt now

I reached a new level can't come down

I'm hot like a furnace, burning

They say I'm popping like kernels

Pussy dripping, super soaker

Gone slurp that shit up with a funnel

Want me to buy her some bundles

She bounce on my dick like a bunny

Addicted to bands, money

She laugh at my jokes, funny

Growing up I ain't never been bummy

Pussy nigga got caught, dummy

Wrap his bodies in some tissue, mummy

Her pussy sweet like a sundae

She a good girl

Yea maybe someday

I hear how you dissing the kid

I stay out the way and just handle my business

Don't be in no drama, just take care my kid

You want smoke, it is what it is

I'm bagging these bitches cause I got the rizz

They loving on me cause I carry the blues

Addicted to me I'm the one that choose

High off the Molly

I swear I can't move

You only hate cause I do what I do

Show her the way

Make her move how I move

Pop a pill just to feel me a boost

Feel me a boost

Feel me a boost

All of you niggas that's hating

Just know that it's up now

Fuck it, it's stuck now

Just a young nigga in his own lane

I'm running these routes

Trying to catch me a touchdown

Balenciagas when I walk round

Cartier frames you can't talk down

Smoking on gas got me higher than a punt now

I reached a new level can't come down