Lyrics:
OKcY NOW
YEc YEc
Cant wait to takeoff man im shitting on everybody that didn't think i could do it
Man shoutout takeoff they done took a real one u
fuck wit none of these niggas not even a lil bit
Real talk
Bigga everything my crib my car but my heart real small
I'll be damned if I show love again
Yeah
Bitch
Mr. Beretta 2, don't fuck around
Yeah
Stormz got some hits, b-boy
Yeah
Yeah
Look
I tell them pop out
I call up some hittas who pull
Stupid lil bih
Stupid lil bih
Aye
Stupid lil bih
Choppa gone spit
Yuhhh
Empty the clip
Aye
Shoot I won't miss
100 on wrist
Yuh
Watch how I jig
Aye
get you touched for real
I just dropped off a load with my cousin them
B*tch I'm bagging up bowls you can't come In here
If Lil Dee see an opp then
to bust
I have no fear, afraid of what
And in five beers I'm comin' up
Fools talk real loud but don't run up
When we come through they'd run it up
We
this sour lil' bih, gone dumb by my bickle
We gettin' money over here, sometimes I let him tickle
Sorry that I'm pressure, you big mad he always choose
I'ma tell you once nigga I don't talk twice
If you get down bad wit me
Nigga you gone loose yo life
I'm the real Uptown Nigga 4 Life
And if I killed
yeah, ooh, yeah, yeah
Bitch, I'm smooth, uh, I'm one smooth lil' dude, uh
Only 22, richer than you and your whole crew, nigga
Call me Mr. Glock, I
from it
Real nigga talk, No frontin'
Heh
Do you understand the words that are comin out of my mouth?
If ya don't its because I'm speakin real nigga
Because the bicycle was running by itself
One was bought in Mercury
Were looking good, it's numero uno
And breaking the rules, seems as a harmless fun
Mr
afraid to bust
I have no fear, afraid of what
And in five beers I'm comin' up
Fools talk real loud but don't run up
When we come through they'd run it up
I told myself like Let me write a lil something real quick
See if I can body niggas on a beat like this
I mean you gotta be Stupid enough to compete
'm the lil nigga with the snotty nose had to use my clothes as a face towel
Really came a long way still will fill a baby bottle with a 8 oz
I put my mother
boogie
Young Drummer Boy
Listen, aye
Aye I popped two pills wit the Duce
Lil bitch drink it up like its koolaid
Hell ya I need my money by da due date
tell me that I can't hear
Go on tell me that my mama use to e on welfare
Sticks and stones may break my bones
but names could neva hurt me Mr. Hater
still curve the block and bang
I'm still that real nigga on the lane
I'm still that real nigga on the lane
Lil' nigga wit' a Mac-10
And Wassi all in my
girlfriend and sister
By mr. thuggish ruggish himself nigga wit big ol' nuts
Represent them st. clair cleveland soldiers don't give a fuck to get buck
To all
Big Moe]
It's them boys off that Long Drive
That nigga D-Mo
[Verse 2: D-Mo]
Getting crunk on tha real-a
I'm a nigga be smoking that killa
Because we
Big Moe]
It's them boys off that Long Drive
That nigga D-Mo
[Verse 2: D-Mo]
Getting crunk on tha real-a
I'm a nigga be smoking that killa
Because we
Mr pop my shit
Mr talk my shit
Ima walk on the beat
Yessir, Uh, Uh keepin it real
Good gas in the air I'm lighting
Real nigga hella demons in my head
slang shots
Hit G spots by giving hoes back shots
I'm a young country boy, long socks with flip flops
But I pull up on your block in the 500 Benz drop
the exit
I ain't even trippin', I'm just tryna live
Learned as a kid you get what you give
Gave 'em real talk, now I'm gettin' M's
Bruh said take the top off
on myself than lonely fathers
Watching Mrs. Parker, these days nobody know who authored
Rhymes of rappers on carpets
Nobody know who real or not
Nobody
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