Real Talk

Ayy, if you don't **** with us

We don't **** with you, nigga (That's just what it is)

And that's just what it is (A-ha)

Straight up

I don't mind killin', that's the blood in me (Real talk)

And I been breakin' down bills since a lil' nigga (Come on)

Just got off the phone right now, I know the shit been crazy (****)

Told 'em, "Good lookin' on that rat, nigga, he shouldn't have made it"

And I'ma keep it real, sometime I don't feel like it (At all)

But I got a son, nigga, and I still write 'em

Ask me why I'm talkin' shit like they investigatin'

I know I wanna smoke but we might be the next to make it

All these Percs on me nigga, got my phone ringin'

*****es shakin' ass, niggas tuned in

Gon' pop a watcher head, nigga, that's a dub pokin'

Five trays full of ones got the club focused

They love a nigga, from the *****es to the club owners

We got alcohol, we got drugs on us

Only trippin' off a *sniff* if a mutt on us

I can't tell you shit but how the hood talk

We got a draw for every problem, *****, that's wood talk

I'm from the east, nigga, where ain't nothin' grew

But I can still show your ***** how a hundred look

And I can still show your ***** who you been runnin' wit'

You niggas known for talkin', we known for runnin' shit

You niggas into textin, we into runnin' *****es

My youngin down in Texas know how to hunt a *****

We got them drugs with us, talkin' a hundred strips

I know they watchin' me, keep a Glock with me

**** the law, bro, what? All that ain't stoppin' me

I keep a couple 'round that go up-top for me

Niggas gon' **** around, become an opp to me

***** the whole east say they rock with me

Shout out to Ant Beast, it's time to lock the streets

Dead before they signed or rich, you know I rock with Meech

This is for your honor, free my brother Skeet

This one for my mama, boy, I'm worth a hundred Gs

Shout out to the firm, I can move a hundred beans

Shout out to the firm, I can move a hundred bowls

*****, I'm on parole, still keep a hundred close

Two hundred on the dash, I be on the go

Put him on his ass, thought he had me on the ropes

Mind clear for us, them our only copes

*****es stare at us like we they only hope

Beans in the Sprite, that's the only dope

Beans get sent off, shit, that's all I know

Ten milli Glocks, all I ****in' tote

I'm waitin' on you, doggy, that's the only thing I wrote

Finna sign out, hope they let man out

If you don't think I'm totin', nigga, come and find out

*****

Lil Nigga

Ant did the track