What Real Thugs Talk About

Double down with the fitness about my business ugh

Some say it’s a sickness it’s gettin vicious huh

When I think about riches focus my lense and hit it over the fence

Someone call the forensics. Ugh

I’ll kill the witness plus making dollars and true sense by writing a sentence

Bro Vocab chemist roll out benses murder a mic live ugh

Perform throw down senseless ho

Blow out engines ugh

The top gun smoking weed till the cops come and

Still get a lot donе it’s Pat pretty Tony that’s a hot one

Mack tens with rigatoni shеlls and a shot gun

A true real one, you are not one

I eat a tunaroll chillin atcha funeral

With the blood still stuck under my cuticles

You a backseat athlete

I’m Kobe with shot

Metaphorically pack heat it’s that deep

When the party goes down, Ima Air It out

If your man try to flex Ima wear him out

If your bitch give me the ass, Ima wear her out

This is real shit, real thugs talk about

Yo I shine like oily skin

If you ever front on the God im going straight for the limbs

Like bean and them to to R kim

Loose your kufi, your man will wheel you around with no limbs

Knocking out Doctors in the ER

My man came in the line fucking with you and Soldier in C-yard

Word life, jail house, Rubber grip ice pics

You know the fat candy canes the bangers is that thick

So pass the stick smoke in the air she was a bad bitch

But ended up being a catfish

Love at first sight for the clothing at Saks fifth established

Said she prayed but acted sac-religious

Only after the riches can't trust half of these bitches

If not a hundred I’m still pimping on something

With a thick one vanilla sintrinelle smokin joints w/ White Zinfandel

Like a kingpin that got bricks for sale

When the party goes down, Ima Air It out

If your man try to flex Ima wear him out

If your bitch give me the ass, Ima wear her out

This is real shit, real thugs talk about

The rocks in my watch, every year I change the stones

Around the same time when they change the phones

Big collar furs, spitting out Asty, twin Bugattis that names April and Ashanty

Swiss accounts police paid guarding the cribbo

Everything liquid the feds think we're dead broke

Where they houses at? where they cars at

They can't link us to the fountain thats pouring cash

Naw, if I could slow the speed of time down, bullets will float through mid air

Hit the ground. I make the killers run the other way in wise town

There for wise to still be alive to blow it down

Air it out. Wear Them out

This is real shit. Real thugs talk about