Real 1

I was hoping you were by yourself
At the crib
Maybe rolling up, cookin up
Some cold water fish
U a real one
And im into that
Can i slide thru
With a bottle of wine, and a gram a dabs

Im tryna slide thru
Your eyes on me
My eyes on you
Im talking bout another one
Girl why u trippin
Got the loudest

All I know is hustle
Haters doubt me
Might be in my circle
But the fake shit don't surround me
This is nothing new tho
Fake friends stay far like pluto
Got me floating thru the universe my spaceship 2 door
I be packing inches while you out here snitching
She gone fuck with me cuz i came from them rags to riches

I was hoping you were by yourself
At the crib
Maybe rolling up, cookin up
Some cold water fish
U a real one
And im into that
Can i slide thru
With a bottle of wine, and a gram of dabs

Im tryna slide thru
Your eyes on me
My eyes on you
Im talking bout another one
Girl why u trippin
Got the loudest

She know I stay with the loud
Pull up in the whip quick dick her down
Blow a hundred fif bitch she a hound
Spending that money like more come around
Taking a tour thru the clouds
Talking bout Big L and Eazy E spitting some shyt now they moppin it up
I brought my ocular stuff, you in the back you cant see what's up front
Been out here slacking im packing a punch
Come @ me sidewayz they package you up
And ship you to moms took it way farther than backing it up
We should just get back to bitches n bluntz

I was hoping you were by yourself
At the crib
Maybe rolling up, cookin up
Some cold water fish
U a real one
And im into that
Can i slide thru
With a bottle of wine, and a gram of dabs

Im tryna slide thru
Your eyes on me
My eyes on you
Im talking bout another one
Girl why u trippin
Got the loudest



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Writer(s): Jonathon Faley
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