Real - Deff

Nigga it’s real

I’ma tell you just how it is

Hey

Get the fuck out my grill

I ain’t tripping nigga this how I live

Hey, Hey

Nigga it’s real

I don’t give a fuck how you feel

Hey

I ain’t ready to chill

I ain’t tripping nigga this how I live

Hey, Hey

Nigga it’s real

I gotta be that’s why they called me

To hop up on the song, must’ve thought of me

Cause Thugga keep it trill, Thugga been real

Since the braids and the grill and Texan Wire Wheels

You can tell how the boss live a boss life

Independent but I still live a boss life

Can’t chill around me if you ain’t boss like

My bitch a boss I only like the boss type

Aye

Stay stunting on niggas

Most of these frauds be fronting on niggas

Northside boss, went and got my figures

If you’re mad at me for that

Stay mad at me nigga

Aye

Get the fuck out my grill

I don’t really give a fuck how you feel

I’m just trying to stack me a new mil

Buy me a new Bentley, and throw on some new wheels

And that’s real

I’ma tell you just how it is

Check my IG you can see how I live

If i said it, then I got it parked at the crib

At least 17 years

So many chains later

Still getting this paper

Still shitting on haters

Still your hoe’s favorite

Nobody thought I’ll make it, but I’m still here

Yeah, and I’m still real nigga

Nigga it’s real

I’ma tell you just how it is

Hey

Get the fuck out my grill

I ain’t tripping nigga this how I live

Hey, Hey

Nigga it’s real

I don’t give a fuck how you feel

Hey

I ain’t ready to chill

I ain’t tripping nigga this how I live

Hey, Hey

Nigga it’s real

Yeah

Hopping out the coupe and getting used to choosing floozies

Use the juice to get them looser, like…

Used to be the loser, now I’m cruising through the jewelers

Swimming through like barracudas nigga

Grab them by the throat, and leave them flatter than a poster

I just had to blast them roaches like…

I’m

Chocking on the doja, I’m just smoking, I’m just smoking

I’m just going through the motions nigga…

I believe I’m the man

Crazy how I make it, I’m a fiend for the bands

Don’t need to please them again, man it’s easy to win

I guess it’s just my season again

If a nigga talking about it, he’s gonna need his hands

Give me the cash

I’ma need my fees in advance

I ain’t stopping 'til I get the keys to the Jag

And after that I’m thinking of another reason again

Hey, hey

Man this shit is cli’near (clear)

I was broke last year, but I made a killing this year

Yeah, this year

Finally figured out that they can’t fuck with this here

So now them haters disapp’neared (disappeared)

What?

Motherfucker you ain’t real

Tell me how it feel, nigga you ain’t real

Yeah, you probably feeling tough

Probably do not give a fuck

But your boo thang will

Real

I ain’t playing with them, unless I’m playing for keeps

Dirty with this shit like I ain’t bathe it in weeks

Talk is cheap so I don’t mind paying to speak

We can fuck however late, but I ain’t staying for sleep

Man I used to sell weed out my mama’s house

But now I sell dreams out a better one

Yeah, where the fuck’s my medicine?

Where the the fuck’s my medicine?

Man it’s evident that y’all ain’t give me credit yet

Nope

Fuck it I’ll just roll with it

You can worry about dissing, I’ma roll Swishers

Damn, what the hell happened to my old niggas

When my new phone rings with my old digits?

I’ma keep on swinging for the fences

Let’s just say I got a million fucking chances

Money bands in my hand and I’m handsome

Yeah, and I’ma keep on standing in mansions

I talk about money cause I really got it

And you talking like you know me

What you know about it?

Lost in the profit, I’m a boss with the profit

Shit, I could probably fit some fucking cars in my closet

And now I’m on my god shit

Just another nigga on the top list, top list

I don’t like to fuck unless she topless

Now she drop them drawers for the boss in the office

And she gonna suck me off 'til I’m dripping from the faucet?

Yes nigga

I don’t ever stress

We done lit 3 blunts now they’re in my chest

Mama said don’t fuck with hoes, but that’s a lost lesson, nigga

Cause I’m all in girl’s pants like I’m crossdressing, nigga