Too Real

[Intro]

Veno gon' cook up, he mix the ingredients

Damn Kai, you going crazy

[Verse 1: Rylo Rodriguez]

200 cash, it's enough for two vehicles

Knew the fame to the fake ones, I been keeping this shit too real

New problems, new pills, new dollars, no favors for you

Took off at the same time, I swear it was a [?] run

I pray she give me space, I save her contact as "Saturn"

Can't wait to see that boy, Glocks in our laps when we don't dare run

Only thing we promised is going to jail, and giving money to a white man in a suit

My niggas in and out the court

Hope every one of them tear they ACL

How many shanks you got? (Yeah)

How many fights you had?

Where [?] met you?

Only cherish [?] like I'm from Marlborough

Rubber band the money like some cornrows

Tryna go off, that's a throw off, buy a lawnmower

Next week, for us, we double back and home invade the house

Fuck being humble, say "All you do is mumble"

I know a trapper with just one play, he like to hear pointers

Ten chains, thirty pointers, I'm going James Harden

I seen a lot of niggas change from [?] to being funny

He don't got no stain, they jumped him in the gang

Smoking wedding cake, yeah, but I forgot the rain

I fucked a french ho on the first night and I told her "Salut"

Diors, I got every pair, I ain't holding the fruits

Said, bitch, can we just go with the motion?

Said, bitch, can we just go with the motion?

Can we fuck on the low?

Don't put me on your close friends

[Verse 2: Young Thug]

This shit insane, these niggas riding dick to rock the same swapped out chain (Spider)

I rock the biggest rollie you can get, I don't crank (Yeah)

No, I don't dance, blue cheese, not no ranch in my bands (Bands)

Try and run up on my mans, uh, uh (Rah, rah)

Switches change the plan (Brrt, brrt)

Hopping out the wagon, get to bragging

We got horses to the rides, like a maverick

Fallen stars, acting like it ain't tragic

Nowadays, it's more superstars in them caskets

Ducking bitches, fuck 'em, put 'em in a frenzy (Woo)

Smoke gelato, hop out the back, call me Fendi (Hop out)

Desperado, tryna do everything that's trending (Desperado)

Fucked the wrong one, now this lil' bitch tryna twin me (Yeah)

She done had a baby by me, ended up never having it (Yeah)

Mad, 'cause my young shit come through sassy (Yeah)

All my niggas still my niggas, if you ever ask me (Yeah)

Hope all my brothers pass me (Yeah)