Luh Jlo - Really Do This Lyrics

Bitch, you know it's gang in here, no lames in here
Nigga lookin' sleek with this Glock, we got a stain in here
I just blew in the mall what you made this year
If the opps drop, I'm just gon' laugh, I'm not sheddin' a tear
They not f*ckin' with my music, let me turn up
Hit a opp with that AR and watch him burn up
I got somethin' for a f*ck, nigga, when you see me out
You better take your head and duck, nigga
I'm tired of these f*cks, nigga, speakin' down
Bitch, we got a hundred rounds, you better keep your gun around
I was finna kill this lil' nigga, but it's turnin' around
I had to get up off my ass and make a quick lil' turn around
Bitch, hold on, let's take a time out the way she gave me head
I think I blew her f*ckin' mind out, blew her spine out
Eatin' with Smokey, finna find out, f*ck all that talkin
Nigga, show me what you're grindin' bout
Take that lost FLS and quit stressin
Should I use the Glock today or should I use a Smith & Wesson
That lil' bitch you call your bae, I hit her in the best Western
They ain't lowin', stack yo' cheese, but I'm just givin' you suggestions
When that money on the floor, you better pick it up
I'm tryna get rich with my niggas and just live it up
If I up this lil' royal on this bitch, she gon' give it up
A broke-ass nigga, hell no, you can't come sit with us
I hit the beat and talk about shit that really happened
You hit the beat and talk about shit, but just be cappin
Don't call me about no party or no ho, cause I'm just stackin
You leave me with that shit forever, ain't no backtrackin
I just took all my L's, I think I'm done with losin
You can't put no trust into a bitch, because they all be choosin
She gon' f*ck me, cause my name is Wealthy, and the way I'm movin
I was down, but they didn't, I'm never high, then come and get me
If I live with you, they with me, if I live with you, sleep with me
And it's too ugly right now, we just gettin' rich
I have to cut a couple niggas off, I see the bigger picture
Firebugs, and they not cheap, you gotta pay the ticket
Yeah, I'm the type, and you the type, but I see a difference
I'ma sacrifice all the opps, I be bleedin
Everybody got a Glock, but he got hands, he be beatin' niggas
Cardi here, bust on my face, I don't be seein
Oh, man, it's a young nigga world, you old niggas washed up
Firecrams on and off, and skill be servin' cold cuts
Just make some new bands, off this old residue
I know a op that's police, whole time, I'm scared to do it
Yeah, y'all got hot-ass rap shit, I'm in my bag, bitch
I'm on the way to my head, doin' backflip
I got turtle pot, welf got gelato, you know we matchin
All these fireheads, I ain't never missin' that shit
Put a gun on my nigga, bitch, I'ma need me
Sub-zero, on my wrist and my pinky
Stuff them bugs in the hefty, they in this bitch ricky
I'm on the grind, 180-day straight, f*ck 90
Double my pro, stack it up, drop some new diamonds
I had to close both doors, this shit get slimy
Killers, ass on video, we gon' rewind
My niggas dressed up and go, but they don't know my name
Flyin' around presidential, I feel like Joe Biden
On the ground, fake emotion, niggas be lyin
Don't f*ck with us, give you a buzz like a beehive
F*ck it off, some chargers, them niggas keep dyin
We done lost and broke, we just keep flyin
Some niggas cap-roppin', dick sucked, they just be lyin
Niggas be lyin