5 Mill
Da Realest
Turn the beat up a little bit, whew
That's right, hmm
Yeah, hmm
Yeah, how 'bout a ride with that big bitch and get to trippin'?
Police push up on it, he had to blitz it out the window
Get a nigga dropped, fah-fah, we whacked the witness
Forgiatos match the blicky, threw my Bentley right on sixes, huh
Had to turn around, I bust my Rollie, get new jewelry
My nigga caught a case, they snatched the bond, he missed his hearing
The feds been in the hood for like two weeks, shit gettin' serious
40 Cal, I keep it near me, pop that pussy nigga cherry, huh
Ain't no in between, you either solid or you fakin'
Hunnid on my necklace, I have stones to match the bracelet
Jump out 75, went off the road, fuck up the day shit
Ain't got time to hug and kiss, gon' suck my dick, hoe I'm impatient
I'm a lean sippin' nigga, Amiris on my son
Motivate the trenches, turn a sinner to a nun
Fetti takin' 2, can get a brick for 21
Hit the crib, we threw the guns, stuffed the blender by the tub, yeah
You hang around with niggas catchin' cases, hit the stand
Like how you look yourself up in the mirror as a man?
My OG just told me, "Youngin stack it up and keep it playin'"
Don't let 'em infiltrate you, hater and a rat go hand in hand
Keep that glizzy on me tight, skizzy for the white
Half these niggas pussy with a dick, so you a dyke
I got Diors every color, bitch we ain't doin' mics
Hunnid thousand on that nigga, killed my baby, it's on sight
Yeah, fuck them other niggas, we be in them trenches
I put twenty-fours on my new Wraith, it needs suspensions
Yeah, fifty thousand dollars on a pendant, this bitch glisten
Up the F&N right on the lodge and hit your engine
Our nigga never gave you shit, feel like you owe 'em
Got so many snakes up in my lawn, I need to mow it
How the fuck a bitch just slimed you out and fucked your homies?
Gave your name up to the feds, better watch out, these bitches bogus
'Cause I'm a pill-poppin' animal, Kel-Tec toter
Thirty in my glizzy, hit your brain leave your shit open
Calculate my steps and all my moves, yeah, I've been focused
Made five million off this music, fuck these rappers we ain't social
Bitch (Da Realest), hmm
Turn the beat up a little bit, whew
That's right, hmm
Yeah, hmm
Yeah, how 'bout a ride with that big bitch and get to trippin'?
Police push up on it, he had to blitz it out the window
Get a nigga dropped, fah-fah, we whacked the witness
Forgiatos match the blicky, threw my Bentley right on sixes, huh
Had to turn around, I bust my Rollie, get new jewelry
My nigga caught a case, they snatched the bond, he missed his hearing
The feds been in the hood for like two weeks, shit gettin' serious
40 Cal, I keep it near me, pop that pussy nigga cherry, huh
Ain't no in between, you either solid or you fakin'
Hunnid on my necklace, I have stones to match the bracelet
Jump out 75, went off the road, fuck up the day shit
Ain't got time to hug and kiss, gon' suck my dick, hoe I'm impatient
I'm a lean sippin' nigga, Amiris on my son
Motivate the trenches, turn a sinner to a nun
Fetti takin' 2, can get a brick for 21
Hit the crib, we threw the guns, stuffed the blender by the tub, yeah
You hang around with niggas catchin' cases, hit the stand
Like how you look yourself up in the mirror as a man?
My OG just told me, "Youngin stack it up and keep it playin'"
Don't let 'em infiltrate you, hater and a rat go hand in hand
Keep that glizzy on me tight, skizzy for the white
Half these niggas pussy with a dick, so you a dyke
I got Diors every color, bitch we ain't doin' mics
Hunnid thousand on that nigga, killed my baby, it's on sight
Yeah, fuck them other niggas, we be in them trenches
I put twenty-fours on my new Wraith, it needs suspensions
Yeah, fifty thousand dollars on a pendant, this bitch glisten
Up the F&N right on the lodge and hit your engine
Our nigga never gave you shit, feel like you owe 'em
Got so many snakes up in my lawn, I need to mow it
How the fuck a bitch just slimed you out and fucked your homies?
Gave your name up to the feds, better watch out, these bitches bogus
'Cause I'm a pill-poppin' animal, Kel-Tec toter
Thirty in my glizzy, hit your brain leave your shit open
Calculate my steps and all my moves, yeah, I've been focused
Made five million off this music, fuck these rappers we ain't social
Bitch (Da Realest), hmm
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Writer(s): Chivez Smith, Ronald Iii Brown
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