Realor Lyrics

Yeah, yeah

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(Huncho you did it again)

(Yeah, yeah)

Find a way (Way)

Pack up run away (Way)

I been stuck up in my head, it's harder to escape

Aye I'm here to stay (Stay)

I'm sticking like some tape (Tape)

Ain't trippin' over lost friends, can't do it 'cause they fake

Need somebody to show me some real love

I hit up them real plugs

They send me the real drugs

I hit it, she real sprung

That pussy to kill for, turn me to a killa'

My double cup filled up

The life of a realor

What's ya' name, let me show you how I live (Live)

Got kicked out the club stompin' niggas in my timb's

Girl it ain't what it ain't and it, is what it is

We so young I can't worry 'bout no wife and kids

Yeah, yeah

I can't even sit down because my pockets real fat

I'm going for the end-zone not the friend zone

Let me see you throw it back

Uh, uh

Only get that way when no one is around

I'm a dog should've left me in the pound

Uh, nobody real anymore

Really see fake in a lot of these niggas lord know what we doing to even the score

Gave me an inch and I'm stretching more, more

I need more

Praying 'till my knees are sore

Main focus my family straight the day that I leave this earth

Find a way (Way)

Pack up run away (Way)

I been stuck up in my head, it's harder to escape

Aye I'm here to stay (Stay)

I'm sticking like some tape (Tape)

Ain't trippin' over lost friends, can't do it 'cause they fake

Need somebody to show me some real love

I hit up them real plugs

They send me the real drugs

I hit it, she real sprung

That pussy to kill for, turn me to a killa'

My double cup filled up

The life of a realor

Yeah, yeah

Drippin' in water, Dasani

Had a lil' thing for that girl

Girl you know that you fine (You fine)

When you with me your temperature rising

Oh, you a gym body (Gym body)

Well we can work it out (Work it out)

She don't trust nobody (Nobody)

Plus I been percky'd out

Walk in the strip and I'm going real stupid

Looking at you I can tell that you clueless

Looking at me you see that I do it

Checks on me you know that I do it

Tired of talking I'm just gonna' prove it

Too many people done tried me and used me

Pay it no mind but you gonna' lose me

Worried 'bout mine and focused on music

Aye

Ain't gotta' talk about my scars

I'm just playing my part

And that was the hard part

Yeah (Yeah, yeah)

These nigga's sweet Poptart

Next nigga run up on me swear to God you get popped boy

Fi- Find a way (Way)

Pack up run away (Way)

I been stuck up in my head, it's harder to escape

Aye I'm here to stay (Stay)

I'm sticking like some tape (Tape)

Ain't trippin' over lost friends, can't do it 'cause they fake

Need somebody to show me some real love

I hit up them real plugs

They send me the real drugs

I hit it, she real sprung

That pussy to kill for, turn me to a killa'

My double cup filled up

The life of a realor