[Intro]
Ayy
Woo
(Dee B Beats)
Bands
Real niggas, woo
[Verse 1]
Real niggas live by the code
Catch a nigga lackin' with my fucking bros (Woo)
I don't fuck with opps, all y'all niggas hoes
Met a few of 'em, y'all can get exposed
With my nigga 9, yeah, up the pole
Put it to your nose, leave your body froze
Do a drill, catch another body though
Like that's my fuckin' hobby, yo
[Chorus]
I'm a real nigga in the field with ya
Do a drill with you with my lil' niggas
Keep it trill, pop a couple pills with ya
King Trippie, keep it real with ya
I'm a real nigga in the field with ya
Do a drill with you with my lil' niggas (Goddamn)
Keep it trill, pop a couple pills with ya
King Trippie, keep it real with ya
[Verse 2]
Lil' nigga, let them llamas fly
Leave a young nigga so traumatized
Totin' gats, jit, all my niggas ride
Don't make me make another mama cry
Do a drill, catch another homicide
Fix your face, nigga, you got butterflies?
Chopper at your throat and you afraid to die
King Trippie, nigga, fuck the other side
Jugg, jugg, got all this jewelry (Woo)
Man, this shit ain't new to me (What?)
Your bitch new to you, she ain't new to me
I ain't really with the fucking foolery (Goddamn, goddamn)
Glistenin' in these fucking diamonds
Bad bitch and I'm fuckin' shining
Got a bad bitch from the fuckin' islands
Taking trips to the fuckin' islands
Guess these guys don't realize
When they talking fly, man, it's suicide
Don't talk, do it, nigga, do or die (Yeah)
Nobody else, nigga, you and I
Big chopper, I'ma let the bullets fly
That red dot right between your eyes
I don't play, pussy, wish a nigga try
'Cause that'd be the night niggas die (Woo)
[Refrain]
Y-y-yeah, they talking twos (Woo)
Robins in these Trues, ayy
Shine in all these jewels (Yeah)
I'm gon' play you like a fool, ayy
Roll them fucking blunts, woo
Bag them fucking blunts, ayy (Yeah)
Sell them fucking blunts, ayy
Get my fucking money (Woo)
Yeah, they talking twos (Woo)
Robins in these Trues, ayy
Shine in all these jewels
I'm gon' play you like a fool (Woo)
Roll them fucking blunts, ayy
Bag them fucking blunts (Bag that gas, woo)
Sell them fucking blunts, ayy
Get my fucking money, ayy
[Verse 3]
King Gang, nigga, we the best, see (Woo)
Dare a nigga try and test me (Boom-boom-boom-boom)
Got six shots in these cowboys (Grraow-brraow)
Headshots leave you deadbeat
'Cause I don't fuck with no fuckniggas
If I catch a opp, I'ma bust, nigga
Bands all in my fucking pants (Woo)
Reason why I don't trust niggas (Woo)
'Cause niggas be on that snake shit
When you wild in the jungle, nigga
Niggas dyin' in my set, boy
On the gang, we gotta rumble, nigga
'Cause I'm sittin' high and I'm fuckin' hoes
Real niggas live by the fuckin' code
Went from late nights, pushin' buckets cold
To Louis, Truey and the fuckin' gold (Woo)
I got a trap queen that'll up the pole (Woo)
If a nigga talking that fuckin' smoke
King Trippie ain't no fucking joke
And I rep my hood like a fucking pope
Shoot you in the neck, hope you die slow (Woo)
Leave you white and pale like the fuckin' snow (Yeah, yeah, goddamn)
Off of that codeine
And I'm leaning, nigga, like a fucking slope (Woo)
[Outro]
Ayy, leaning off of that codeine (Codeine)
Woo, promethazine got a nigga leaning to the left, ayy
I'm off of that codeine, ayy
Promethazine, all the drugs, all the drugs (All the drugs)
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