Real Shyt Talkerz

Real shit talker
Real bag walker
Hold on
Luke Sky walker

Yeah, what's happenin', hold on
What's happenin'
You're tuned into the real shit talkers
Damn, Gonz you mix this?

Ayy Gonz
Real shit talkers
Real shit talkers
Straight up

Straight up
Hey, what other white boy gon' talk like me
When I was down, you ain't hit me
We love you, hood

When I was down, you ain't fuck with me
You see me poppin' now
Hoodrich Baby wasn't your favorite, I'm on your playlist now
Growing up, I ain't hear no son, you made me proud

So when I do this, gotta make sure I don't let nobody down
Real shit talker
I get paid for this
Real shit talker

Only white boy with spice like this
Hoodrich been the one shakin' the game like it's Parkinson's
He got determination to follow me and keep hatin'
I'm a bad nigga doin' bad shit

I got my beanie on this hood shit
And that rap shit that they can't see me on
Green this green that, I'm gettin' my Luigi on
I need a fine yellow bone that I can lay my pee-pee on

That boy really lost his drive, he like Paul Walker
There's a difference when you really do this shit
Versus shit talking
Reason he ain't slid yet, cause we a dog walk em'

Mom told me shut off the game and I served her dog water
Fuck around, come at me with pressure, send him to the spittle
Sometimes you be real and you be fake, you Malcolm in the middle
Ain't nobody finna talk like me

Talk spice like me
You a rat, how you don't got cheese
Can't nobody talk nice like me
Flip rice like me

Lay pipe like me
I'm spendin' bands just to eat
Couple plans to complete
On my big booty, bitches shake that ass if you a freak

You little bitch, you a ho
And you a nana
I stuffed you and your grandma inside this backpack
I travel across the world to get to Baghdad

Just to sell a fat man the contents in his backpack
Stop playin' with me
I'm D Mitchell and you the Utah Jazz
Hella bands

If you in my circle, what's the price tag
Think I'm pussy cause I'm white
That's how I plan to beat your ass
We gon' set his ass up

You want smoke
Alright bet
We gon' shake his lungs
Fuck a handout, I don't want your money

I'ma make some
Real money chasers
But we ain't RMC
Man I rep the 810

Shit
They tryna test me cause I fuck up every challenger
Coolest white boy in the city
I'm like Carl Gallagher

What's happenin'
Bad bitch, I'm tappin' it
Man, you know we gon' go global
We ain't here for the moment

They can't hold us
When I was down, you ain't fuck with me
You see me poppin' now
Hoodrich Baby wasn't your favorite

I'm on your playlist now
Growin' up, I ain't hear no son, you made me proud
So when I do this, gotta make sure I don't let nobody down
Real shit talker

I get paid for this
Real shit talker
Only white boy with spice like this
Hoorish been the one shakin' the game like it's Parkinson's

He got determination to follow me and keep hatin'
Real shit talker
Real shit talker
Real back walker

Real back walker
Hold up
Sky walker
Sky walker

Hold up
Alright, replay it cause now I'm fuckin' around way too much



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Writer(s): Christian Merrow
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