TTB - Real Ones (feat. Yungstaxx)

It's Clipzz
It's the real ones
Only fucking with the real ones
Yeah yeah
Real ones
I'm just grinding for the real ones
Yeah
I'm just grinding for the real ones
Yeah
I'm just grinding for the real ones

Only fucking with the real ones
Lotta niggas In my way might have to kill some
They put the blood up on my hands I had to spill some
Voices going through my head like fuck you hear some
I ain't stopping rapping, writing till that deal come
Until we kicking our feet back and dropping millions
They test a nigga, air it out like its helium
Drop them niggas I just feel I need them real ones
Yeah
Shooters through the rear come
But I ain't tripping with my pimping I ain't fearin' nun
Fuck around and turn like Jordan went and air one
Stay by ya pivot stay low cricket till that day comes
Yeah
Cus I been moving too much for niggas I'm proving I'm real
Never losing with that pack I'm only left with what's here
I'm like a wizard with the stick I let it off Bradley Beal
All talk she capping quick I'm calling her to come take a kneel
I'm balling diamonds on me, Goose on I'm giving em chills
Them niggas mad cus I ball and I just do what I feel
I'm in a jag goin' fast and you ain't catching me still
And you ain't catching me still
Yeah

It's the real ones
Only fucking with the real ones
Yeah
It's the real ones
Only fucking with the real ones
Only fucking with the real ones
Lotta niggas In my way might have to kill some
They put the blood up on my hands I had to spill some
Voices going through my head like fuck you hear some
And I ain't stopping rapping, writing till that deal come
Until we kicking our feet back and dropping millions
They test a nigga, air it out like its helium
Drop them niggas I just feel I need them real ones

They say the real never fear nun
Pocket rockets for these niggas we gon' drill sum
Where niggas feel like they ain't got it gotta steal sum
And we be higher than a kite we smoking real runtz
Yeah
My niggas shoot to kill
I'm with my brother he a shooter still
I gotta watch my back cus I don't even know who real
I heard my dawg he going through it seen him pop a pill
Johnny Dang gon' fix my smile when I go and cop a grill
I had to hop up on the mic to show em I'm forreal
And all my dawgs gotta eat we all gon' get a meal
I had to put em on a leash and take em out the field
We steady stackin' we won't stop until we get a mill

It's the real ones
Only fucking with the real ones
Yeah Yeah
Oh Oh who ya real ones
I'm just grinding for the real ones
Yeah
I'm just grinding for the real ones
Yeah
I'm just grinding for the real ones
Real ones
Yeah
Real ones
Yeah
Real ones
Lotta niggas In my way might have to kill some
They put the blood up had to spill some
Voices going through like fuck you hear some
I ain't stopping rapping till that deal come
Till that deal come
Only fucking with the real ones

Written by:
Brandon Oliveira, Zyair Fernandes

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