Real Talk

(Yea)
(Thats Real Talk)
(Real Talk)
(Shout out my nigga Trap T)

(Uh)
Hating get you nowhere
So I'm motivated
All theses Lincoln's on me
Think I'm navigating
My way or the highway
Hoe your Uber waiting
I like breakfast in bed
Ain't no dinner dating
Tryna doctor me up
Hoe I'm not patient
Left her ass c walking
Had her BlueFace'n
Flexing all the time nigga
When the gym closed
And these niggas really hoes
Wear they bitch clothes
Young fly ass nigga
Think I'm pigeon toed
I only want faithful bitches
I got different hoes
And this bubbly in my cup
Ain't no champagne
Say she wanna fuck
I really want the same thing
Love don't cost a thing
Bitch what happened
Talking boob jobs
She a barbie
All plastic
Niggas talking dumb
And I really I just don't have it
All my gangstas know I'm crazy
Know I'm bout havoc
Watch the sun go down
On the sunny side
Young south side nigga
This the money side
Ain't no squares in my circle
They just won't fit
Just a dog like Azul
Cuz I keep sticks
Got some sideline hoes
Cheering out my name
When we fuck she call me money
Thats just why I came

(Uh)
(Yuh)
An that's Real Talk
(Yuh)
Real Talk

Hating get you nowhere
So I'm motivated
All theses Lincoln's on me
Think I'm navigating
My way or the highway
Hoe your Uber waiting
I like breakfast in bed
Ain't no dinner dating
Tryna doctor me up
Hoe I'm not patient
Left her ass c walking
Had her BlueFace'n
Flexing all the time nigga
When the gym closed
And these niggas really hoes
Wear they bitch clothes
Young fly ass nigga
Think I'm pigeon toed
I only want faithful bitches
I got different hoes
And this bubbly in my cup
Ain't no champagne
Say she wanna fuck
I really want the same thing
Love don't cost a thing
Bitch what happened
Talking boob jobs
She a barbie
All plastic
Niggas talking dumb
I really I just don't have it
All my gangstas know I'm crazy
Know I'm bout havoc
Watch the sun go down
On the sunny side
Young south side nigga
This the money side
Ain't no squares in my circle
They just won't fit
Just a dog like Azul
Cuz I keep sticks
Got some sideline hoes
Cheering out my name
When we fuck she call me money
Thats just why I came

(Uh yea)
An thats real talk
(Yuh)

(Uh)
Turn the lights off
Young nigga still gone shine
Always on board
Like its snow outside
An I make it reindeer
Bitches think I'm Santa
Mixing wok in a Crush
I don't want no Fanta
Pull-up sum this year
I don't want none older
I salute to myself
I'm the last damn soldier
Big trees out the bag
Wood's call me lumber
Bitch say she know me
Kinda make me wonder
Now she tryna make it hot
Guess it must be summer
I'll leave yo ass cold
Like tv dinners
Tryna ride 84's
With all my niggas
So pour another fo
An lets toast like winners
Walk what you talk nigga
Cuz we don't do fakes
Keep my name in yo mouth
Cuz I love my love my haters
An I'm running up guap
This for y'all that's gone
I'm a keep it one thou
Till y'all come home

(Uh)
(Yuh)
An thats real talk (Real Talk)
Real Talk (Real Talk)
An that's Real Talk (Real Talk)
Real Talk (Real Talk)
(Real Talk)



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Writer(s): Morgan Foster
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