Real SHIT (feat. Ase & Drew)
Damn Drew you're a fool for this one
Went to the bank cash a check
Flew to LA bought a crib and a jet
Don't give a fuck about what they had to say
Blew it all away make it back the same day
Riding in a Lambo' rolling up a blunt
In the two lanes pouring lean in my cup
You don't know bitch shut the fuck up
I'm all about my paper blue hundreds stack em up
Racks in my pants more racks in the bank
They let us down with the whole fucking gang
Jay's on my face roof disappears
Blowing hella loud you can yeah the smell
I ain't got no limit when I do something real
True women to myself, I'm just being selfish
I drop the glue while they dropping the asses
And she's so nasty she falls in love with me
I don't got no time I'm riding in sportscars vroom vroom
No, I'm automobile like a wiz ugh
Drip on me like gs to toes
Momma eat good inside of the nation yeah yeah
No excuses, I do this with it that's true shit
Water on my whist I think I'm drowning
Bubble jacket when I'm driving down off whip
Went to the bank cash a check
Flew to LA bought a crib and a jet
Don't give a fuck about what they had to say
Blew it all away make it back the same day
Riding in a Lambo rolling up a blunt
In the two lanes pouring lean in my cup
You don't know bitch shut the fuck up
I'm all about my paper blue hundreds stack em up
Right now ima keep it blunt
Blue hundreds ima stack them up
Stimulus money y'all gonna go cash a check
Rolling up a blunt all I do is stunt
Look at me you can't even front
My name is Groot all he do is grunt
Keep it quick for the night like I'm doing a hunt
Kick it off the back like Destroying there goes my punt
I got a pint in the back
Boys in the back smoking all those cracks
Ima keep it honest when I count my money I do addiction not subraction
All my attraction really be a distraction
Dressed up in some fashion yeah
Went to the bank cash a check
Flew to LA bought a crib and a jet
Don't give a fuck about what they had to say
Blew it all away make it back the same day
Riding in a Lambo rolling up a blunt
In the two lanes pouring lean in my cup
You don't know bitch shut the fuck up
I'm all about my paper blue hundreds stack em up
Went to the bank cash a check
Flew to LA bought a crib and a jet
Don't give a fuck about what they had to say
Blew it all away make it back the same day
Riding in a Lambo rolling up a blunt
In the two lanes pouring lean in my cup
You don't know bitch shut the fuck up
I'm all about my paper blue hundreds stack em up gang
Went to the bank cash a check
Flew to LA bought a crib and a jet
Don't give a fuck about what they had to say
Blew it all away make it back the same day
Riding in a Lambo' rolling up a blunt
In the two lanes pouring lean in my cup
You don't know bitch shut the fuck up
I'm all about my paper blue hundreds stack em up
Racks in my pants more racks in the bank
They let us down with the whole fucking gang
Jay's on my face roof disappears
Blowing hella loud you can yeah the smell
I ain't got no limit when I do something real
True women to myself, I'm just being selfish
I drop the glue while they dropping the asses
And she's so nasty she falls in love with me
I don't got no time I'm riding in sportscars vroom vroom
No, I'm automobile like a wiz ugh
Drip on me like gs to toes
Momma eat good inside of the nation yeah yeah
No excuses, I do this with it that's true shit
Water on my whist I think I'm drowning
Bubble jacket when I'm driving down off whip
Went to the bank cash a check
Flew to LA bought a crib and a jet
Don't give a fuck about what they had to say
Blew it all away make it back the same day
Riding in a Lambo rolling up a blunt
In the two lanes pouring lean in my cup
You don't know bitch shut the fuck up
I'm all about my paper blue hundreds stack em up
Right now ima keep it blunt
Blue hundreds ima stack them up
Stimulus money y'all gonna go cash a check
Rolling up a blunt all I do is stunt
Look at me you can't even front
My name is Groot all he do is grunt
Keep it quick for the night like I'm doing a hunt
Kick it off the back like Destroying there goes my punt
I got a pint in the back
Boys in the back smoking all those cracks
Ima keep it honest when I count my money I do addiction not subraction
All my attraction really be a distraction
Dressed up in some fashion yeah
Went to the bank cash a check
Flew to LA bought a crib and a jet
Don't give a fuck about what they had to say
Blew it all away make it back the same day
Riding in a Lambo rolling up a blunt
In the two lanes pouring lean in my cup
You don't know bitch shut the fuck up
I'm all about my paper blue hundreds stack em up
Went to the bank cash a check
Flew to LA bought a crib and a jet
Don't give a fuck about what they had to say
Blew it all away make it back the same day
Riding in a Lambo rolling up a blunt
In the two lanes pouring lean in my cup
You don't know bitch shut the fuck up
I'm all about my paper blue hundreds stack em up gang
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Writer(s): Brandon Bass
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