RNO ft. Glasses Malone Lyrics

Yeah

G LA, ya know what I'm sayin

Real niggas only, real nigga shit

Coop, we all up in here

Ay call some more bitches nigga

Bring some more bottles

Tell them sucka niggas they gotta go

Real nigga only

Look, I ain't tricking I'm politician with bad bitches

They was choosing on a nigga for I start the sentence

Rolled swisher and liquor to match the matching pendent

Certified, hood official we know no pretending

This is real niggas only, this is real niggas only

This is real niggas only, got A gun up in yo waist please don't shoot up the place, homie

I'm, presidential in yo residential

I told her tap in a nigga see she go potential

Boost credentials, don't pretend too

If it's pimpin' I got niggas I can get her sent too no matter what she done been through

Not the kinda shit I'm into

I like women graduated with a college mental who like eating lentils

Real niggas on the menu

I told lil mama order up, I pick a quarter up, ay what you trying get into

Viva Las Vegas see ya later at the craps table, took her to the one that starts a G up

Gambling reup, drinking margaritas with A diva

That's a triple B, bitch bad with bonified features

I put the charm on these hoes

I came through without a chain but my pockets is gold

They expected that a nigga was supposed to been fold

Until I pull up in a drop, with a bunch of the hoes

I tell them Look

I ain't trickin' I'm politician with bad bitches

They was choosing on a nigga for I start the sentence

Rolled swisher and liquor to match the matching pendent

Certified, hood official we know no pretending

This is real niggas only, this is real niggas only

This is real niggas only, got a gun up in yo waist please don't shoot up the place, homie

It's the locest of the locest

I deliver hope to the hopeless

I deliver dick to the hostess

And disappear like hocus pocus

Beloved like the pope is

Watts is my poppet, the streets is where my post is

117th and light of motha fuckin' Christ

They asking what a cloke is

So until the day I croke

Keep it player is the oath

And keep a look even when you broke

Ride somethin' clean as a dove bar of soap

Pops usta tell me don't run after broads

If we walk down the hill son we can fuck them all

These hater praying that I fall

That's why ya baby mama calling

I ain't trickin I'm politician with bad bitches

They was choosing on a nigga for I start the sentence

Rolled swisher and liquor to match the matching pendent

Certified, hood official we know no pretending

This is real niggas only, this is real niggas only

This is real niggas only, got a gun up in yo waist please don't shoot up the place, homie