Real One
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Wake up, count the knots, bet I'm clean
Turn her up, we in our own lane, she turn to a fiend
She turn to a fiend
Let's go
Huh, 250, this a real one
Bad bitch, all that shit I spent, she gon' kill somethin'
Chrome Heart pants, covered up, I'm tryna kill somethin'
Bitch suck the dick in four minutes, she the real one (yeah)
Soon as they hit the spot, bet they gone, I'm tryna peel somethin'
Huh, can't keep my hands to myself, I'm tryna feel somethin' (woo, hit)
Tryna feel somethin', tryna feel somethin' (su, su)
Tryna feel somethin', tryna feel somethin' (su, su)
Wall to wall, baby squeeze in, this shit loaded (squeeze)
Turn me up, high as hell, the bitch going (I'm geeked)
Ain't none but some pussy, she promote it (I'm for real)
On the dick, she taking off like she stole it (skrrt)
Take some good pictures, can't like it when you post it (flash)
Camouflage, blend in, she a soldier (blend in)
Unlock the door, it's 5 a.m. when I come over (come on)
In the morning, I'ma give it to her like Folgers (go)
Put her on a poster (yee), you lookin' for the bitch?
I done fucked her, bent her over (yee, yee)
That bitch so pretty, let her cry on my shoulder (on my shoulder)
I let her hold the Glock when 12 pull me over
I'd rather back the Rolls, one day, hop in the Rover
She like to dance, she made a TikTok on the dick (yeah, yeah)
Lookin' her in her eyes, I'm fucking her, she told me spit (she told me spit)
No cap, Huncho handlin' it off the strength ('cho)
I fuck with you, so trim (go)
Huh, 250, this a real one
Bad bitch, all that shit I spent, she gon' kill somethin'
Chrome Heart pants, covered up, I'm tryna kill so-thin'
Bitch suck the dick in four minutes, she the real one (yeah)
Soon as they hit the spot, bet they gone, I'm tryna peel somethin'
Huh, can't keep my hands to myself, I'm tryna feel some' (woo!)
Tryna feel somethin', tryna feel somethin' (woo!)
Tryna feel somethin', tryna feel somethin' (woo!)
Tryna feel somethin', tryna feel somethin' (woo!)
Tryna feel somethin', tryna feel somethin' (yeah, woo!)
Tryna feel somethin', tryna feel somethin' (woo!)
Tryna feel somethin', tryna feel somethin' (yeah!)
Yeah, yeah
Wake up, count the knots, bet I'm clean
Turn her up, we in our own lane, she turn to a fiend
She turn to a fiend
Let's go
Huh, 250, this a real one
Bad bitch, all that shit I spent, she gon' kill somethin'
Chrome Heart pants, covered up, I'm tryna kill somethin'
Bitch suck the dick in four minutes, she the real one (yeah)
Soon as they hit the spot, bet they gone, I'm tryna peel somethin'
Huh, can't keep my hands to myself, I'm tryna feel somethin' (woo, hit)
Tryna feel somethin', tryna feel somethin' (su, su)
Tryna feel somethin', tryna feel somethin' (su, su)
Wall to wall, baby squeeze in, this shit loaded (squeeze)
Turn me up, high as hell, the bitch going (I'm geeked)
Ain't none but some pussy, she promote it (I'm for real)
On the dick, she taking off like she stole it (skrrt)
Take some good pictures, can't like it when you post it (flash)
Camouflage, blend in, she a soldier (blend in)
Unlock the door, it's 5 a.m. when I come over (come on)
In the morning, I'ma give it to her like Folgers (go)
Put her on a poster (yee), you lookin' for the bitch?
I done fucked her, bent her over (yee, yee)
That bitch so pretty, let her cry on my shoulder (on my shoulder)
I let her hold the Glock when 12 pull me over
I'd rather back the Rolls, one day, hop in the Rover
She like to dance, she made a TikTok on the dick (yeah, yeah)
Lookin' her in her eyes, I'm fucking her, she told me spit (she told me spit)
No cap, Huncho handlin' it off the strength ('cho)
I fuck with you, so trim (go)
Huh, 250, this a real one
Bad bitch, all that shit I spent, she gon' kill somethin'
Chrome Heart pants, covered up, I'm tryna kill so-thin'
Bitch suck the dick in four minutes, she the real one (yeah)
Soon as they hit the spot, bet they gone, I'm tryna peel somethin'
Huh, can't keep my hands to myself, I'm tryna feel some' (woo!)
Tryna feel somethin', tryna feel somethin' (woo!)
Tryna feel somethin', tryna feel somethin' (woo!)
Tryna feel somethin', tryna feel somethin' (woo!)
Tryna feel somethin', tryna feel somethin' (yeah, woo!)
Tryna feel somethin', tryna feel somethin' (woo!)
Tryna feel somethin', tryna feel somethin' (yeah!)
Credits
Writer(s): Quavious Keyate Marshall, Benjamin Michael Odell Miller, Duprie Dekane Monroe, Dimitri Roger, Resendez Abelardo Javier Jr Tamez
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