RNO

Yeah
G LA, ya know what I'm sayin
Real niggas only, real nigga shit
Coop, we all up in here
Ay call some more bitches nigga
Bring some more bottles
Tell them sucka niggas they gotta go
Real nigga only

Look, I ain't tricking I'm politician with bad bitches
They was choosing on a nigga for I start the sentence
Rolled swisher and liquor to match the matching pendent
Certified, hood official we know no pretending
This is real niggas only, this is real niggas only
This is real niggas only, got A gun up in yo waist please don't shoot up the place, homie

I'm, presidential in yo residential
I told her tap in a nigga see she go potential
Boost credentials, don't pretend too
If it's pimpin' I got niggas I can get her sent too no matter what she done been through
Not the kinda shit I'm into
I like women graduated with a college mental who like eating lentils
Real niggas on the menu
I told lil mama order up, I pick a quarter up, ay what you trying get into
Viva Las Vegas see ya later at the craps table, took her to the one that starts a G up
Gambling reup, drinking margaritas with A diva
That's a triple B, bitch bad with bonified features
I put the charm on these hoes
I came through without a chain but my pockets is gold
They expected that a nigga was supposed to been fold
Until I pull up in a drop, with a bunch of the hoes
I tell them Look

I ain't trickin' I'm politician with bad bitches
They was choosing on a nigga for I start the sentence
Rolled swisher and liquor to match the matching pendent
Certified, hood official we know no pretending
This is real niggas only, this is real niggas only
This is real niggas only, got a gun up in yo waist please don't shoot up the place, homie

It's the locest of the locest
I deliver hope to the hopeless
I deliver dick to the hostess
And disappear like hocus pocus
Beloved like the pope is
Watts is my poppet, the streets is where my post is
117th and light of motha fuckin' Christ
They asking what a cloke is
So until the day I croke
Keep it player is the oath
And keep a look even when you broke
Ride somethin' clean as a dove bar of soap
Pops usta tell me don't run after broads
If we walk down the hill son we can fuck them all
These hater praying that I fall
That's why ya baby mama calling

I ain't trickin I'm politician with bad bitches
They was choosing on a nigga for I start the sentence
Rolled swisher and liquor to match the matching pendent
Certified, hood official we know no pretending
This is real niggas only, this is real niggas only
This is real niggas only, got a gun up in yo waist please don't shoot up the place, homie



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Writer(s): Christian Cooper
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