Deezy216 - Real Talk Lyrics

The only thing I'm cuffing is my jeans
I'm just tryna stack an M so I can get away from feens
See the hearts break, you know some felons on the scene
And I keep it cool with slats so don't you sneak none of my Bs
The only thing I'm cuffing is these bands
Just to keep 'em separated so I don't lose any ends
I f*ck a check up, and run it back up again
I keep a bad bitch with me but I'm f*cking all her friends
Aye, yea I'm f*cking all her friends
I keep a bad bitch beside me but that's only for some head
I'm getting necked up, in the front seat of the Benz
I got a choppa in the back don't let me catch you through the lens
Aye, shawty f*cking with a gangsta
Even if I like the bitch I still f*ck her like a stranger
I be balling like the Lakers Midnight Mafia come sign up with the label
Ain't it funny how they hating when you ain't able
To spend a couple hundred dollars but they love you when you stable
I had to lay low and stack the bank roll
Drop spot down the road ops watching me like cable
Trap spot hot I really seen 100 grand
If the police catch me on the road they gon be cuffing up these hands
Risk it all for the ticket stay away from rats
Twenty years if I get caught but this might be my only chance
The only thing I'm cuffing is my jeans
I'm just tryna stack an M so I can get away from feens
See the hearts break, you know some felons on the scene
And I keep it cool with slats so don't you sneak none of my Bs
The only thing I'm cuffing is these bands
Just to keep 'em separated so I don't lose any ends
I f*ck a check up, and run it back up again
I keep a bad bitch with me but I'm f*cking all her friends
I'm that white boy, that nobody seem to like
They just mad I got a bag and keep giving they girls pipe
Bitch I'm too lit, yea I really earned my stripes
If they catch me as a felon I'm doing 25 to life
Ain't took a hand out, I got bands now
Q Money dance now, shawty bad now
Twerkin with her ass out, I'm a cash cow
Hit her till she pass out, make her tap out
I really beat the pussy up while she doing the dishes
I kick her out then hit the stu can't mix a bitch with my business
I'm stacking digit for digit
These bitches trippin they itching
I keep my finger on the trigger leave a bitch in the ditches
I really came out the trenches
I made 45 stacks I was down on my ass ain't nobody had my back
I'm the man now, I put the city on the map
If you run up on my crazy all my youngins get you whacked
The only thing I'm cuffing is my jeans
I'm just tryna stack an M so I can get away from feens
See the hearts break, you know some felons on the scene
And I keep it cool with slats so don't you sneak none of my Bs
The only thing I'm cuffing is these bands
Just to keep 'em separated so I don't lose any ends
I f*ck a check up, and run it back up again
I keep a bad bitch with me but I'm f*cking all her friends