Wyntrrs - Nobody For Real

Ice out me
Ice me out
Your nigga wanna fight me now
Tell your little nigga he can meet me outside
Track one Camp
People's champ
I got green like I'm Sam I Am
Air him out in an all white van
Bust a little thick bitch
Did it on cam
And I play no games like a broken RAM
Damn
Kill a nigga then I hug his mama
I got Mary J
You don't want no drama
And I medicate
Got a better plate
Do not hesitate
I'm a heavyweight
Yeah you coming short
Like a porno dwarf
You don't want no war with the God
Saying there's one of me
But there's two of them
I can't even
What's the odds nigga
Tell me who killing this shit
Nobody
Tell me who running the game
Nobody
Tell me who thinking they running shit
Got a hunnid clip for the brain
Nobody
Tell me who harder than this
Nobody
Got a problem with the shit
Nobody
Run your mouth you get shot
Niggas don't want no problem with the God
Pass me the beat like a relay
Now I'm in the game like EA
Time to let me play
I can get your bitch on her knees like she pray
In between her legs like an eastbay
Dunking on a nigga like 2K
Feeling like Luke Cage
Diamonds in my mouth like toothpaste
Sucking on Dusse
Couple thousand dollars in a suitcase
Heading to the top like a toupe
Can't nobody fuck with me
Shit get ugly
This a robbery
I mean honestly
Go ahead and name another nigga
That can rhyme with me
Don't you lie to me
I got time like finally
You can run but you can't hide from me
Shoot a nigga in his noggin
And leave his body up in the mosh pit
Until they're nauseous and unconscious from all the tossing
And if you wake up and start talking
Tell them nobody did it
Tell me who killing this shit
Nobody
Tell me who running the game
Nobody
Tell me who thinking they running shit
Got a hunnid clip for the brain
Nobody
Tell me who harder than this
Nobody
Got a problem with the shit
Nobody
Run your mouth you get shot
Niggas don't want no problem with the God
Type it
Aye
Got me an M like I'm Bison
Aye
You say you balling you lying
Aye
I make her shout like a siren
All of you niggas be hiding
I got the heart of a lion
Eye of a tiger
Mind of a mufuckin' fighter
Passion be burning like fire
Working my ass off
Tryna get what I desire
Check out your mans
He ain't got it for real
All of my money
My pockets for real
Check out my new whip
It's too clean for real
See a G
He don't wanna see a G
Check out your mans
He ain't got it for real
All of my money
My pockets for real
Check out my new whip
It's too clean for real
See a G
He don't wanna see a G
We can catch a fade at the mall park
Bad bitch trapping out the Walmart
Pull up light your block up
All spark
When I close my eyes
Is it all dark
Accurate
Depictions accurate
I'm high as Saturn
Shit I balance this
Say what's happening
And give her cabinet
Got one dame to go
I'm mundane you know
It's one way to go
The one brain to blow
Check out your mans
He ain't got it for real
All of my money
My pockets for real
Check out my new whip
It's too clean for real
See a G
He don't wanna see a G
Check out your mans
He ain't got it for real
All of my money
My pockets for real
Check out my new whip
It's too clean for real
See a G
He don't wanna see a G
I could piece it all together make the puzzle fit
Or I hook up with a bitch and tell her muzzle it
Hot damn
Something tells me you ain't really following
They filled with collagen
Top floor
Tell me who stopping it
I go back to Rome
I'm losing my home
I'm living alone
There's bitches to bone
I go back to Rome
I'm losing my home
I'm living alone
There's bitches to bone
Check out your mans
He ain't got it for real
All of my money
My pockets for real
Check out my new whip
It's too clean for real
See a G
He don't wanna see a G
Check out your mans
He ain't got it for real
All of my money
My pockets for real
Check out my new whip
It's too clean for real
See a G
He don't wanna see a G

Written by:
Joseph Smith, Joshua Hicks

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