Real Talk

[Intro] Ayy, if you don't fuck with us We don't fuck with you, nigga (That's just what it is) And that's just what it is (A-ha) Straight up [Verse] 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 (Fuck) 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' Bitches 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 bitches 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, bitch, that's wood talk I'm from the east, nigga, where ain't nothin' grew But I can still show your bitch how a hundred look And I can still show your bitch who you been runnin' wit' You niggas known for talkin', we known for runnin' shit You niggas into textin, we into runnin' bitches My youngin down in Texas know how to hunt a bitch We got them drugs with us, talkin' a hundred strips I know they watchin' me, keep a Glock with me Fuck the law, bro, what? All that ain't stoppin' me I keep a couple 'round that go up-top for me Niggas gon' fuck around, become an opp to me Bitch 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 Bitch, 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 Bitches 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 fuckin' 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 Bitch Lil Nigga Ant did the track