Really That
I'm really that
If we talking drugs, need a fifty pack
I ain't gotta ask for love, they gone gimme that
Niggas cap and they rats, going tit for tat
I'm really that
Always been that nigga, fuck the internet
Said she seen me on the gram, she wanna gimme neck
I ain't trying to be ya man, I ain't into that
Said I fuck her like I love her but I know I don't
Want me to fuck without a rubber, ha no I won't
We ain't popping up in public, girl you don't get shown
You know I know yo man a sucker, he know what we on
Tell him cool it like a fan, 'fore lil bro get blown
Niggas hate me but be fans, quoting all my songs
Going hand to hand, play the block like Malone
I got grams to bows
Pack in the mail, it's gone
Niggas in a bad spot
They mascots
Play around, get yo ass shot
Get smoked like a crack rock
'Member we ain't even have a lot
The shit I seen, they'd pay to watch
Catching hoes off the rebound, 'member I ain't even have a shot
Begging me to put that dick on 'em
Put they lips on it
I'm 23 but they still treat me like a big homie
Ain't playing tag but I'm it homie
Paper tags with the tint on it
Big gas, got a stench on me
I get scratch like a itch on me
I'm really that
If we talking drugs, need a fifty pack
I ain't gotta ask for love, they gone gimme that
Niggas cap and they rats, going tit for tat
I'm really that
Always been that nigga, fuck the internet
Said she seen me on the gram, she wanna gimme neck
I ain't trynna be ya man, I ain't into that
If we talking drugs, need a fifty pack
I ain't gotta ask for love, they gone gimme that
Niggas cap and they rats, going tit for tat
I'm really that
Always been that nigga, fuck the internet
Said she seen me on the gram, she wanna gimme neck
I ain't trying to be ya man, I ain't into that
Said I fuck her like I love her but I know I don't
Want me to fuck without a rubber, ha no I won't
We ain't popping up in public, girl you don't get shown
You know I know yo man a sucker, he know what we on
Tell him cool it like a fan, 'fore lil bro get blown
Niggas hate me but be fans, quoting all my songs
Going hand to hand, play the block like Malone
I got grams to bows
Pack in the mail, it's gone
Niggas in a bad spot
They mascots
Play around, get yo ass shot
Get smoked like a crack rock
'Member we ain't even have a lot
The shit I seen, they'd pay to watch
Catching hoes off the rebound, 'member I ain't even have a shot
Begging me to put that dick on 'em
Put they lips on it
I'm 23 but they still treat me like a big homie
Ain't playing tag but I'm it homie
Paper tags with the tint on it
Big gas, got a stench on me
I get scratch like a itch on me
I'm really that
If we talking drugs, need a fifty pack
I ain't gotta ask for love, they gone gimme that
Niggas cap and they rats, going tit for tat
I'm really that
Always been that nigga, fuck the internet
Said she seen me on the gram, she wanna gimme neck
I ain't trynna be ya man, I ain't into that
Credits
Writer(s): Rodrequs Todd
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