Aye-Jay - REAL SPILLY! (feat. 1bby)

Swear this shit the Shyna business
And I been waiting to do a song with Ibby!

And I'm still tryna get me up
I'm still sipping too much drank
I got this dirty in my cup
Been going thru too much bank
I'm stacking all these hunnids up
Heard shawty want go on dates
Cause she heard that I get no love

Back to the trap, we out
I just made three vibes with my brudda
I know that me and twin making it out
We putting in work
Know that we got each other
I just doing been the same shit
So I had to go and just switch this shit up
Really been working, I'm up in the morning
Still ain't get no sleep
Cause I'm up making noise
And I just did that dash in SRT
That engine roaring
And I went through some bans
Spent way too much on brand new toys
And I'm tryna stack up the cash
Tryna stack up this money
I don't need the fame, rather stay lowkey
And stack up these hunnies
I don't gotta trip
Bout folks wanting my name
I just got back home
Came back from the A
Not finna stay long, I gotta get gone
Finna link up with gang
Brand new watch, two-tone, feeling like Frozone
I just froze up the place, riding round with bro
Ibby on go mode, finna get up go crazy

Brodie pulled up in that SRT I'm in that AMG
No, you can't keep up with us
I'm in the whip with a felony
I see them blue lights you know I leave them in the dust
Brodie hit me what's the word
Don't want that bitch I hit her with da swerve
Pass to the Brodie he put her to work
Can't fuck with bitches that get on my nerves
Whip so low that it's under the curb
Don't give a fuck what you say give a fuck what you heard
Bro put them packs in the air and they fly like a bird
Bags touch down and we making them swerves
Yeah, Uhuh, Forreal,
All of my niggas love money ye you know we get it and go
I fell in love with da money so I cannot trip on no hoe
And you know I got the drip on lil nigga
Yeah even when I'm on the road

I got my swagger up!
Yeo Yeo
Copy the kid, but look there's only one of us
Shawty she looking so bad
But I don't know if she gon play with my trust
So I might just hit from the back
And leave her alone, man it is what it was

It is what it is
We got da stick,
We up dat bitch, ye
We let it hit
Ain't talkin money I don't wanna hear it
Ain't talkin bout shit
I took you bitch to the doubletree
Ye You Know she lemme hit
I fuck yo bitch in the doubletree
One night she never forget

Double C
Double G on me
Rocking high fashion only
I got these Ricks
With the Raf Sim on me
All of my fits
They got all black onnie
Feel like a vamp now
Taking off slowly
Feel like a bat, damn
Ride on my Dollie
Feel like the Batman
I got it on me

Written by:
Abu Jah, Ibrahim Koroma

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