Real Nigga

[Hook] Fuck wrong with these niggas, huh? What? You got me fucked up You, you fucking with a real nigga Get your man, dog. What? Alright You fuck around, get killed nigga. What? Calm down, I get it cracking, lil nigga, alright. Calm Down Fuck around, get killed nigga [Verse 1] Come and take this walk with me through these Philly streets Where niggas get smoked, knocked out they sneaks Balling with them 30s, clutching on that heat Mask on at your door, ain’t no trick or treat Only fuck with real niggas that’s gonna ride I clap five, pussy nigga, make your mama cry Juiced and perked up (a bunch of angry niggas.) Niggas pussies, I don’t hang with niggas I can’t bang, I can’t slang with niggas I get in my bag, I start banging niggas I’m maxing out, I’m in the booth now G-G-Going hard, doin' this shit for Snupe now You see a target, better shoot, clown They want me stacking macros, eating soups now Core back to care, where my Zeus now Suck niggas [Hook] Fuck wrong with these niggas, huh? What? You got me fucked up You, you fucking with a real nigga Get your man, dog. What? Alright You fuck around, get killed nigga. What? Calm down, I get it cracking, lil nigga, alright. Calm Down Fuck around, get killed nigga [Verse 2: French Montana] Niggas pussy, I don’t hang with niggas Free Pee, free Max, they tryna hang my niggas Niggas broke, probably mixing up the coke with the dirty Sprite Run up on your Ghost with a dirty bike Talk work, you know we got it Catch him slipping, know we got him too late to make shanum We done started from the ground, nigga Drop bag man, lift you with the ground, nigga Hottest and they up, is you stupid, nigga? Coke Boys shout to Melly, RIP Snupe nigga Money never changed us, never changed niggas Same street, same beef, we the same niggas Now from the plane to the boat, from the boat to the plane For the game, slanging coke Fuck wrong with these niggas? [Hook] Fuck wrong with these niggas, huh? What? You got me fucked up You, you fucking with a real nigga Get your man, dog. What? Alright You fuck around, get killed nigga. What? Calm down, I get it cracking, lil nigga, alright. Calm Down Fuck around, get killed nigga [Verse 3] Lately I’m full of niggas got me fucked up I'm chasing money out here, tryna come up They like "Do we ride? Do his guns (?)" Well check my resume, you got me fucked up Been a wild nigga ever since a young buck Making sales all day, I’m so hard, am I nuts? It’s all for pay, still I ain’t made enough All these rapping niggas wannabees acting up Rock a bottle, shake them down, show them who’s rapping now All we know is on sight, we can get it cracking now Never will you catch me slip, always keep my ratchet, clown Hands on with the situation (never backing down) Never was a pussy nigga, never got smacked around Last nigga tried on my life, he got popped around Clap nigga, clown with me, I ain’t came to fuck around We gonna slide on these niggas [Hook] Fuck wrong with these niggas, huh? What? You got me fucked up You, you fucking with a real nigga Get your man, dog. What? Alright You fuck around, get killed nigga. What? Calm down, I get it cracking, lil nigga, alright. Calm Down Fuck around, get killed nigga