Too real, I can't be fake Yeah, you keep it too real, I Cant be fake
And I had to cut them off cause I'm like, f*ck Snakes
Yeah, bitch, I rock, bape , cause I go ape You can Call me lefty, bitch, I'm bout that
Gun, play Catch a 187 , slidin' through your
Block He was dissin' on the gram and caught a Hundred
Shots Yeah, I only love the bitch when I'm off the
Noz She askin' me to be her man, I'm like, baby
Pause When I come around this bitch, I'm applyin
Pressure Leave your homie flat, lined rollin' on a
Stretcher Your homie's gettin' no money and you Gettin
Lesser When I f*ck that bitch, I keep my Glock up
On the dresser I ain't trippin', bitch, I'm up, double Cup
Full of drink Pourin' purple by the line, whole Wood full
Of dank Told that bitch, don't hit my line, we ain't
Goin' on a date Gettin' money all the time, I know You wish
You can relate Lookin' back every day, I realize That they
Fake If you wonder where I'm at, I'm with the ho
Homies
Make it plays extended clip 45 that bitch, sittin' On my waist
Like I'm really bout, mines up, about mines ion Play
If he reachin' for my gold, he gon' need some yellow tape
Hold my Glock like the Reaper, are you ready' for Your fate
I know the homie's gon' slide, shoot shit, won't hesitate
If they get me in that room, lawyer up, no names, Post bail, no wait
Stay solid, don't snake, loose lips, sink ships, but my ships won't sink
Pour lines, can't think, can't move, won't blink, he make one wrong move
He get a g fund me, I'm in love with that Triis purple liver, pink piss
That bitch is like a dope fiend, she be fiendin' for This dick
I want a bitch to try me, got me feelin' like I'm Rick
She said that ima dog I told a bitch I got a few tricks
Please don't hit my phone, if we ain't stricly talkin' blue strips
Walk em down like brewmgee hit that fool with Blue tips
I was screamin' free the bean the lil homie Ruthless
Knock your baby daddy out, left the fool toothless
Yeah, I keep it to a real, I can't be fake
And I had to cut him off, cause I'm like, f*ck snakes
Yeah, bitch, I rock, bape cause I go ape
You can call me lefty, bitch, I'm bout that gun play
Catch a 187, sliding through yo block
He was dissin' on the gram and caught a hundred shots
Yeah, I only love the bitch when I'm off the noz
She askin' me to be her man, I'm like, baby, pause
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Too real, I can't be fake Yeah, you keep it too real, I Cant be fake
And I had to cut them off cause I'm like, f*ck Snakes
Yeah, bitch, I rock, bape , cause I go ape You can Call me lefty, bitch, I'm bout that
Gun, play Catch a 187 , slidin' through your
Block He was dissin' on the gram and caught a Hundred
Shots Yeah, I only love the bitch when I'm off the
Noz She askin' me to be her man, I'm like, baby
Pause When I come around this bitch, I'm applyin
Pressure Leave your homie flat, lined rollin' on a
Stretcher Your homie's gettin' no money and you Gettin
Lesser When I f*ck that bitch, I keep my Glock up
On the dresser I ain't trippin', bitch, I'm up, double Cup
Full of drink Pourin' purple by the line, whole Wood full
Of dank Told that bitch, don't hit my line, we ain't
Goin' on a date Gettin' money all the time, I know You wish
You can relate Lookin' back every day, I realize That they
Fake If you wonder where I'm at, I'm with the ho
Homies
Make it plays extended clip 45 that bitch, sittin' On my waist
Like I'm really bout, mines up, about mines ion Play
If he reachin' for my gold, he gon' need some yellow tape
Hold my Glock like the Reaper, are you ready' for Your fate
I know the homie's gon' slide, shoot shit, won't hesitate
If they get me in that room, lawyer up, no names, Post bail, no wait
Stay solid, don't snake, loose lips, sink ships, but my ships won't sink
Pour lines, can't think, can't move, won't blink, he make one wrong move
He get a g fund me, I'm in love with that Triis purple liver, pink piss
That bitch is like a dope fiend, she be fiendin' for This dick
I want a bitch to try me, got me feelin' like I'm Rick
She said that ima dog I told a bitch I got a few tricks
Please don't hit my phone, if we ain't stricly talkin' blue strips
Walk em down like brewmgee hit that fool with Blue tips
I was screamin' free the bean the lil homie Ruthless
Knock your baby daddy out, left the fool toothless
Yeah, I keep it to a real, I can't be fake
And I had to cut him off, cause I'm like, f*ck snakes
Yeah, bitch, I rock, bape cause I go ape
You can call me lefty, bitch, I'm bout that gun play
Catch a 187, sliding through yo block
He was dissin' on the gram and caught a hundred shots
Yeah, I only love the bitch when I'm off the noz
She askin' me to be her man, I'm like, baby, pause
And I had to cut them off cause I'm like, f*ck Snakes
Yeah, bitch, I rock, bape , cause I go ape You can Call me lefty, bitch, I'm bout that
Gun, play Catch a 187 , slidin' through your
Block He was dissin' on the gram and caught a Hundred
Shots Yeah, I only love the bitch when I'm off the
Noz She askin' me to be her man, I'm like, baby
Pause When I come around this bitch, I'm applyin
Pressure Leave your homie flat, lined rollin' on a
Stretcher Your homie's gettin' no money and you Gettin
Lesser When I f*ck that bitch, I keep my Glock up
On the dresser I ain't trippin', bitch, I'm up, double Cup
Full of drink Pourin' purple by the line, whole Wood full
Of dank Told that bitch, don't hit my line, we ain't
Goin' on a date Gettin' money all the time, I know You wish
You can relate Lookin' back every day, I realize That they
Fake If you wonder where I'm at, I'm with the ho
Homies
Make it plays extended clip 45 that bitch, sittin' On my waist
Like I'm really bout, mines up, about mines ion Play
If he reachin' for my gold, he gon' need some yellow tape
Hold my Glock like the Reaper, are you ready' for Your fate
I know the homie's gon' slide, shoot shit, won't hesitate
If they get me in that room, lawyer up, no names, Post bail, no wait
Stay solid, don't snake, loose lips, sink ships, but my ships won't sink
Pour lines, can't think, can't move, won't blink, he make one wrong move
He get a g fund me, I'm in love with that Triis purple liver, pink piss
That bitch is like a dope fiend, she be fiendin' for This dick
I want a bitch to try me, got me feelin' like I'm Rick
She said that ima dog I told a bitch I got a few tricks
Please don't hit my phone, if we ain't stricly talkin' blue strips
Walk em down like brewmgee hit that fool with Blue tips
I was screamin' free the bean the lil homie Ruthless
Knock your baby daddy out, left the fool toothless
Yeah, I keep it to a real, I can't be fake
And I had to cut him off, cause I'm like, f*ck snakes
Yeah, bitch, I rock, bape cause I go ape
You can call me lefty, bitch, I'm bout that gun play
Catch a 187, sliding through yo block
He was dissin' on the gram and caught a hundred shots
Yeah, I only love the bitch when I'm off the noz
She askin' me to be her man, I'm like, baby, pause
Writer: Mario Aguilera
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid