Real Shit

Mister Hood [Hook] Real nigga shit, fuck niggas Truth be told, I don't fuck with them Money my concern Hating is a germ Say she never did, well she finna learn I got plenty hoes, all of them dyke Pick and choose nigga, all of them right Never had shit, now my money burn Ever made a mill'? Well you finna learn [Verse 1] Heard you niggas mad Wish I'm doing bad I just bought a Benz Talking paper tags Leave your girl around I bet I'm fucking that She coming with me That's why you really mad Get that ass into that Jeep Bet all that she freaky You must be crazy ho No money out of me She give me pussy free Proud to be fucking me I slide that rubber on Just know it's going deep Beat that pussy down Keep repeating sounds I step on the mound Knock that pussy out That's just what I do Bitch I'm on the loose Coconut Cîroc Pineapple juice Now that's coco low I am no loco Joe You niggas such a joke See me I'm counting dough That's all I fucking do, and all I fucking know I hear them haters mad One thing that you should know [Hook] [Verse 2] So crank it up a notch Booming out the box Candy coated drop Bouncing with my knots Boy this nigga fly Twenty six a tie Broward County boy Come and see me now I might buy a house, with a fucking pool Bring a bitch for fun That's just what I do Tell them bring the hate I might buy a coupe Now why you mad? Because I'm stunting and you never do Get your money lame I can show you things Big shit nigga Fifty carat rings Holy molly flow Catch the Holy Ghost Mister Snatch-Them-All Tell them it's time to go Now that's some gutter shit I'm on some other shit Mister Hood boy That's who you fucking with So put your hate away I'm about getting paid And if he say he not I bet that nigga gay [Hook]