Real Ones

All of you niggas that's hating
Just know that it's up now
Fuck it, it's stuck now
Just a young nigga in his own lane
I'm running these routes trying to catch me a touchdown
Balenciagas when I walk round
Cartier frames you can't talk down
Smoking on gas got me higher than a punt now
I reached a new level can't come down

Can't switch on the gang them my brothers
Copped a new big jeep with the windows tented
Start that bitch with a button
Stop putting your trust in these little bitty bitches
Cause if he got money she fucking
They after the digits, so rule #1
You gotta fuck em can't cuff em
Get down on your knees and start sucking
Gotta get to the bag, ooo
She shaking it fast I'm slapping her ass
I might throw some cash too
Got a digital dash I'm punching the gas
So get out my way
Move
Guess I got these niggas mad
Who knew?
You can't call yourself gang
Who You?
All that money spend the same
Boy shut the fuck up you a lame
I just been patiently waiting
Take a look at all this money I'm making
All of you bitches act basic
We took the blunt and faced it
I nut in her eye she need lasik
Nut her mouth let her taste it
She said it's too big she can't take it
I told you I'm one the greatest
She told me she love me she faking
I'm always real never fake it
Don't get along cause you the fakest
Buying liquor by the cases
Fly my bitch to different places
Won't fuck you but yes you can taste it
Told you lil mama I'm

All of you niggas that's hating
Just know that it's up now
Fuck it, it's stuck now
Just a young nigga in his own lane
I'm running these routes trying to catch me a touchdown
Balenciagas when I walk round
Cartier frames you can't talk down
Smoking on gas got me higher than a punt now
I reached a new level can't come down

I'm hot like a furnace, burning
They say I'm popping like kernels
Pussy dripping, super soaker
Gone slurp that shit up with a funnel
Want me to buy her some bundles
She bounce on my dick like a bunny
Addicted to bands, money
She laugh at my jokes, funny
Growing up I ain't never been bummy
Pussy nigga got caught, dummy
Wrap his bodies in some tissue, mummy
Her pussy sweet like a sundae
She a good girl
Yea maybe someday
I hear how you dissing the kid
I stay out the way and just handle my business
Don't be in no drama, just take care my kid
You want smoke, it is what it is
I'm bagging these bitches cause I got the rizz
They loving on me cause I carry the blues
Addicted to me I'm the one that choose
High off the Molly
I swear I can't move
You only hate cause I do what I do
Show her the way
Make her move how I move
Pop a pill just to feel me a boost
Feel me a boost
Feel me a boost

All of you niggas that's hating
Just know that it's up now
Fuck it, it's stuck now
Just a young nigga in his own lane
I'm running these routes
Trying to catch me a touchdown
Balenciagas when I walk round
Cartier frames you can't talk down
Smoking on gas got me higher than a punt now
I reached a new level can't come down