Under Oath
Put me on the stand ima real one
Put me on the stand ima real one
Put me on the stand ima real one
So real you don't know how to feel son
Put me on the stand ima real one
Put me on the stand ima real one
Put me on the stand ima real one
You can put me on the stand ima real mf
I'm all about the guns not butter
Don't make me interrogate you like Chris Tucker
They'll say the 3 words but don't really love ya
Bitch you bet not lie you under oath
I wish a nigga would I ain't talking bout the oak
Smoking on this wood damn gas made me choke
So high thought I was flying AA
But that shit went SouthWest fast
It's good for my spirit but I easily get jet lag
Smith & Wesson with the beam
Make it feel like laser tag
I'll put it on my waist fuck a damn bag
Don't get dragged
Being fake is a foul nigga don't get flagged
Bitch flag on the play
Bitch flag on the play
You can't fuck with KK
Can't fuck with KK
Cause she real all day
This April next May
So what the fuck you gotta say?
Oh iight
Don't fuck with the family
Cause I will fight
Seeing evil made me kneel to pray
Then I saw light
Ima real one always under oath
It can get cold on this side nigga bring a coat
Not gon switch up
Even with a switch blade to my throat
Real niggas not gon tip the boat
& If they do they'll help you float
That's fasho that's fasho
Put me on the stand ima real one
Put me on the stand ima real one
Put me on the stand ima real one
So real you don't know how to feel son
Put me on the stand ima real one
Put me on the stand ima real one
Put me on the stand ima real one
So real you don't know how to feel son
Just be you
How you hide the way you feel
& Claim you real bitch that ain't true
I would pull up on a hoe
& Be like lil bitch I ain't through
No Keyshia Cole but love feed my soul
I tried to turn cold but my heart too gold
It could never go black I'm allergic to mold
Bitches think I'm soft like a blanket
But I don't fold
I don't really see a need to cover up
Unless it's that thang on my waist
I keep it tucked
Better fuck off lil buddy or get fucked
So what you got a gun no need to act buck
I am no ladybug don't test your luck
You niggas are leeches man all you hoes suck
Can't fuck with you chickens
Too much you hoes cluck
Put me on the stand ima real one
Put me on the stand ima real one
So real you don't know how to feel son
Put me on the stand ima real one
Put me on the stand ima real one
Put me on the stand ima real one
You can put me on the stand ima real mf
I'm all about the guns not butter
Don't make me interrogate you like Chris Tucker
They'll say the 3 words but don't really love ya
Bitch you bet not lie you under oath
I wish a nigga would I ain't talking bout the oak
Smoking on this wood damn gas made me choke
So high thought I was flying AA
But that shit went SouthWest fast
It's good for my spirit but I easily get jet lag
Smith & Wesson with the beam
Make it feel like laser tag
I'll put it on my waist fuck a damn bag
Don't get dragged
Being fake is a foul nigga don't get flagged
Bitch flag on the play
Bitch flag on the play
You can't fuck with KK
Can't fuck with KK
Cause she real all day
This April next May
So what the fuck you gotta say?
Oh iight
Don't fuck with the family
Cause I will fight
Seeing evil made me kneel to pray
Then I saw light
Ima real one always under oath
It can get cold on this side nigga bring a coat
Not gon switch up
Even with a switch blade to my throat
Real niggas not gon tip the boat
& If they do they'll help you float
That's fasho that's fasho
Put me on the stand ima real one
Put me on the stand ima real one
Put me on the stand ima real one
So real you don't know how to feel son
Put me on the stand ima real one
Put me on the stand ima real one
Put me on the stand ima real one
So real you don't know how to feel son
Just be you
How you hide the way you feel
& Claim you real bitch that ain't true
I would pull up on a hoe
& Be like lil bitch I ain't through
No Keyshia Cole but love feed my soul
I tried to turn cold but my heart too gold
It could never go black I'm allergic to mold
Bitches think I'm soft like a blanket
But I don't fold
I don't really see a need to cover up
Unless it's that thang on my waist
I keep it tucked
Better fuck off lil buddy or get fucked
So what you got a gun no need to act buck
I am no ladybug don't test your luck
You niggas are leeches man all you hoes suck
Can't fuck with you chickens
Too much you hoes cluck
Credits
Writer(s): Kaelynn Wilson
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