(Da Realest)
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(Yo, Marley, you made this?)
I don't wanna fuck, bitch, barely even want the head
They let my whoops in, my bitch in this bitch like Karlie Red
Check that scoreboard, shit, I swear my niggas hardly dead
Lot of rats in y'all niggas' circles, boy, y'all partial feds
Brick on top of brick, I'ma grind until I park my van
See these niggas ten up on that, these niggas partial fans
They sayin' this and that, but personally, I think they hams
Soon as we get drop, we go and drop, these niggas think we jams
I'm thinkin' like how they lose they— and they ain't go and step?
When I say jam, boy, we really jam, it's gon' end with death
I'm sittin' here like hmm, doggy probably next
Brodie takin' shit, boy, he a pirate just like Johnny Depp
I think I'm goin' psycho
Yeah, it's true y'all hit our block, but then I let that pipe blow
The feds just freed Nice-O
Pulled right down and caught him by ourself just like an iso
They can't never see me with my Glock 'cause mine's a fully
Yeah, we seen the opps, but how it end? Barrage of bullets
All our sticks come with switch like our Glock just got a whoopin'
You'll never see me punked like Ashton Kutcher
I get all my shit quick, go hide right in they bushes
I just go and shoot up shit, a nigga ain't gon' mush me
Hit him, then I dip quick, ain't dealin' with no rookie
If a nigga out here owe me money, treat him like a bookie
He throw that, we gon' make him bleed, treat him like a pussy
I been watchin' unky whip, I done seen the best of hams
Love to hear them shots, about my cream just like I'm Method Man
Soon as I get done, I'm in her dreams, she just be textin' fam
I been so, so wrapped up in that dog, I don't even check the scams
You a greedy bitch, them the type of hoes I keep away
I got D-O-G, I ain't never did no PUA
After I fuck hoes, I always dip, they textin', "Can I stay?"
I be tellin' hoes I'm here for nuts, not extended stay
You the one they cry with, I'm the one put 'em in play
She say she like that cuddle shit, don't know if I'm gon' feel the same
Don't know if I'm gon' feel the same
Told a bitch I like that sloppy head, bitch, don't come in plain
We left that nigga with a bobblehead, y'all should feel ashamed
We be tryna hit, live charges, don't be in the rain
Told my niggas hit that top, the body fall, I give 'em game
Alright, bring that first part back in
I don't wanna fuck, bitch, barely even want the head
They let my whoops in, my bitch in this bitch like Karlie Red
Check that scoreboard, shit, I swear my niggas hardly dead
Lot of rats in y'all niggas' circles, boy, y'all partial feds