REAL BOYZ
Aye lemme kick it off
It's Steez with the sauce
Smokin don't cough take shots and I'm klocked
Shawty tweakin hard
I smacked the fuckin broad
Sippin hella wock don't stop till I'm gone
434 East Lee that's the trap
85 North all that honor shit wack
1003 Olive Road where it's at
Gang third floor put this shit up on the map
Steezy badass
Fuck her lil mad ass, gimme cash ass
Hunnid on the dash ass
Fuck a fatass
You fuckin with a badass
Fuckin with a vamp I'm a champ you get smacked ass
Lemme switch the flow tho
I just fucked ya hoe tho
Shawty want the bone, she give dome and I go tho
Took her to the river, fuck a bitch in a rowboat
Got it on cam, shawty lickin me in slow-mo
Bands in the air, don't know where they went
Ion do relations but I get the hoes wet
Dyl be gettin horny he just tryna have sex
He ain't beat them allegations boy you better get consent
Me and dyl boy lit
This some real boy shit
We don't fuck with no mid ass bitch
This track hella clean we don't mu'fuckin miss
I said dyl boy, go own this, uh
Take a chance and roll the dice
My life is like a movie, yeah best believe the hype
Haters don't affect me never let them kill my vibe
Chillin with the bros and we gettin super high
If I take one more hit, it'll make me wanna fly
Call me superman cause I'm way up in the sky
Shawty comin to the crib, wanna suck me dry
I took her from her mans, now he really wanna cry
And she got ass like Shakira, no lie
Got the curly hair, pretty face, oh my
Ass so sweet and she taste like key lime
Took her on a date and I took his suit and tie
She likes to take trips, so I took her to the ocean
Gave her my coat just in case it starts snowin
We chilled and we talked till like 3 in the mornin
3 in the mornin lil bitch I be flowin
Too many blunts to the face
I hit another blunt but that shit was fuckin laced
Gettin out my comfort zone, I'm in outer space
And I'm switchin lanes, goin crazy in the Wraith
Me and dyl boy lit
This some real boy shit
We don't fuck with no mid ass bitch
This track hella clean we don't mu'fuckin miss
They like, damn boys, you own this, uh
Ayo dyl, what typa shit we on?
Yo Steez, we on some real boy shit
Aye it's Steez comin back, they got bands all cap
You know what I'm on when the boys up in Sac
Had to get the racks, secure the fuckin bag
I'm in here with dyl he gon dunk it like Shaq
I'm in here with James, we don't fuck with lames
Curly hair bitch and she givin dumb brain
She said we might crash and I told her have faith
Always hustle hard never get last place
I just wanna have fun, write puns, and make that ass shake
Shawty rub it on my lap, gimme mad cake
I told her don't stop, please don't hit the brakes
Take it slow, no rush, baby this is not a race
All I ask is that you keep up with the pace
This a short life and we got no time to waste
Yeah, got no time to waste, take a ounce to the face
Smokin all day, hit klock and I'm baked
Function at the crib, we got hoes at the gate
We some REAL BOYZ and it ain't no debate
It's Steez with the sauce
Smokin don't cough take shots and I'm klocked
Shawty tweakin hard
I smacked the fuckin broad
Sippin hella wock don't stop till I'm gone
434 East Lee that's the trap
85 North all that honor shit wack
1003 Olive Road where it's at
Gang third floor put this shit up on the map
Steezy badass
Fuck her lil mad ass, gimme cash ass
Hunnid on the dash ass
Fuck a fatass
You fuckin with a badass
Fuckin with a vamp I'm a champ you get smacked ass
Lemme switch the flow tho
I just fucked ya hoe tho
Shawty want the bone, she give dome and I go tho
Took her to the river, fuck a bitch in a rowboat
Got it on cam, shawty lickin me in slow-mo
Bands in the air, don't know where they went
Ion do relations but I get the hoes wet
Dyl be gettin horny he just tryna have sex
He ain't beat them allegations boy you better get consent
Me and dyl boy lit
This some real boy shit
We don't fuck with no mid ass bitch
This track hella clean we don't mu'fuckin miss
I said dyl boy, go own this, uh
Take a chance and roll the dice
My life is like a movie, yeah best believe the hype
Haters don't affect me never let them kill my vibe
Chillin with the bros and we gettin super high
If I take one more hit, it'll make me wanna fly
Call me superman cause I'm way up in the sky
Shawty comin to the crib, wanna suck me dry
I took her from her mans, now he really wanna cry
And she got ass like Shakira, no lie
Got the curly hair, pretty face, oh my
Ass so sweet and she taste like key lime
Took her on a date and I took his suit and tie
She likes to take trips, so I took her to the ocean
Gave her my coat just in case it starts snowin
We chilled and we talked till like 3 in the mornin
3 in the mornin lil bitch I be flowin
Too many blunts to the face
I hit another blunt but that shit was fuckin laced
Gettin out my comfort zone, I'm in outer space
And I'm switchin lanes, goin crazy in the Wraith
Me and dyl boy lit
This some real boy shit
We don't fuck with no mid ass bitch
This track hella clean we don't mu'fuckin miss
They like, damn boys, you own this, uh
Ayo dyl, what typa shit we on?
Yo Steez, we on some real boy shit
Aye it's Steez comin back, they got bands all cap
You know what I'm on when the boys up in Sac
Had to get the racks, secure the fuckin bag
I'm in here with dyl he gon dunk it like Shaq
I'm in here with James, we don't fuck with lames
Curly hair bitch and she givin dumb brain
She said we might crash and I told her have faith
Always hustle hard never get last place
I just wanna have fun, write puns, and make that ass shake
Shawty rub it on my lap, gimme mad cake
I told her don't stop, please don't hit the brakes
Take it slow, no rush, baby this is not a race
All I ask is that you keep up with the pace
This a short life and we got no time to waste
Yeah, got no time to waste, take a ounce to the face
Smokin all day, hit klock and I'm baked
Function at the crib, we got hoes at the gate
We some REAL BOYZ and it ain't no debate
Credits
Writer(s): Dylan Joseph Smith, James Donald Shanahan
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