Really - Intro

Aye
Yeeeah
I know some real men playing
I know some fake ones laming
I know some bad bitches saying
They wanna ride wit the main man
I’m riding round wit that ting man
Like oh damn
I’m bout to have to let it go man
It’s the third time this week
I ain’t had no sleep
And my will is getting weak
This bitch is bugging me
So I ain’t bout to speak
Let my actions be the chopper
When i grip it I hope it knocks ya
Top off
From yo body
Just like that
You on ya back
She a bad bitch
Well I hit that
Every time she writing straight back
I got her going crazy
No straight jack
No strings attached
But she hella attached
Was a throw away
But its running back
I ain’t got time for that
I’m all about a bag
Still got it on me
Really in the streets
Never will I graduate
Until my hole team eats
I’m uber with it
The way it gets dropped off
And im ruthless wit it
That’s why the jeep roof popped off
I’m stupid wit it
Yeeeh my cause had been lost
And I keep it wit me at all times
Yeeeh you know Whitney
Talking mad white
Cochina like all night
Coz her hearts broken
Yeah that’s right
Still got the bag if you need that hit
Still got the touch if you need this dick
Still in the field wit the press and the bricks
Still at the top after the two year stint
Woah
Yeeeeah
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Written by:
Eden Sardi

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