lilchop4 - This Da Real (feat. aaiden4s & kemani5x)

He's running, ayy, he's running on my Uncle Grave , that boy a bitch, that nigga just ran
Huh, yeah, you know what the fuck going on, nigga
Yeah, fast, money boyz
Come on

Why this nigga dissing that shit cap
Got to telling in that room, swear to God this nigga rat
How the fuck you tryna kill? You don't even got a strap
It's a glitch, nigga, better watch your back

Come on
This the Glock, this bitch hit a nigga face
Why the fuck you leave the fest Boy I was tryna take your chain

Ain't tryna beef with these corns, I swear to God, that shit lame
That nigga dissing on my camp for some clout
That shit gay, nigga
The fuck? What happened to this beat

Come on
Alright, let me speed this bitch up
Caught, a opp at the fest
Why the fuck that nigga run

Come on
It's five times, bitch, I'm known for toting guns
We in the club throwing hollows when we say we throwing slugs
I got this lil' bitch, we bustin' shit, set shit for the dub

We chase this nigga out of bounds he told the world we upped a gun
She said she done fucking with me
He broke as fuck without no funds
Don't let me catch him on the exit

He said he FMB, what
Get my dick, out you're mouth you're bitch is FMB, tuck
Man, why they want me calm down
I'm tryna fuck the east up,

Don't let me catch them boys in traffic
40., push the seat up
Don't let him come around my camp
Get shot for throwing threes up

Yeah, we can't hang around them niggas
They don't get their cheese up
Opp, bitch got the drop, yeah, i love my freak tuck
Slide down pine lake i'm tryna send lil 3 up,

, I'm tryna send one three up
Shit, that Beat was hard as hell

ay run it back real quick
And why this nigga drop a Diss
Nigga, whole clique's soft
Fat nigga's do is snitch

Catching niggas out the hollow
Going through they fit
I'm saying, bitch, this little bitch
think I'm rich, nigga

Back on that shit, these little niggas got me dissing I'm tryna catch a lil 3
Slip, I'ma let them think they sweet
I'ma let them think they sweet

Never did nothing, and believe me, I don't mention it
Don't tell my dad
Don't tell him I said that shit
He gonna get real mad

Bitch, keep me off this song
If I catch Dre, y'all, bitch, I'm aiming for the dome
He on my drop for three months
He ain't gonna never push up tho something on me

This real shit, boy
I just sent him the gun
Hey, this the real
I'm speaking on this, bitch

Come on
Bitch, I'm tryna smack uh head
Slide down the East
and leave a, lil' nigga, dead

Bitch, I'll write this song
You feel his ass with that leg
When I spoke with y'all, I need to drop dead head
Come on

Yeah, lil' mirror, you a bitch
Dre S in the room
Know you telling his niggas
Call me out of bounds

He was running fast, bitch
Why you trying to act tough, boy
You know you ain't on shit
Get the job

I'm digging blocks
I'm off the whip
Me and chop, we be cruising on the road
He don't take that nigga life

Best believe he better take his pole
Yeah, he better take that nigga gun
If you speaking to my dad, clip in your block
We do this shit for fun

All my niggas up in big shit
They make business
Making up songs that never did shit
Them niggas fans

Catch him at the game
Why you chilling
Leave him in his stance
Come on

You know what the fuck going on

Written by:
chrishawn wimberly

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