Be Real Pump Steel
I ain't gon' lie
Boy you's a bitch, nigga
Ain't never wanna run my fade
Boy you's a bitch, nigga
Couldn't even put you on no plays
'Cause you's a snitch, nigga
Man, fuck all that noise
Twonny Von, let's show these niggas how we really get up
They call me XP, because I really leveled up for real
They say, how you get your muscle up?
You gotta pump your steel
They say, why you love to knuckle up?
I do it for the thrill
They say, why you on your grind?
Because I'm trying to make this mil'
In the kitchen whippin' nigga, but I ain't trying to make no meal
Been up on my shit, swear to god won't stop 'til I'm fulfilled
Bitches love my teeth, diamond smile, don't even need the grill
Drop my meaties on her face, like a slab on the grill
Like Twonny Von said
Boy I gotta let these niggas know for real
How you stay up on your feet, and I ain't got no time to chill
Niggas really want some tea, but like the beans, they really spill
Nah, really
Niggas think this shit be sweet, they really silly
The way these niggas takin' L's, I would've thought his name was Melly
Hit a nigga in the shoulder, made his ass hit the shimmy
My O.G. asked me XP, why you go hard on 'em, lil' homie?
If a nigga look up at me wrong
Swear to god I'm sparkin' on 'em homie
And like a dog behind the gate, you just be barkin' on 'em homie
'Preciate you for cuttin' up on 'em homie
But sometimes
These niggas really don't learn
That's why Twonny Von gotta let 'em know
Aight
Yo
223's, 228's
Make a nigga spin like blades
Fuck your bitch
Do the dash
Make your girl a pretty maid
Be
Real
Pump
Steel
That's the shit we make you feel
Twonny Von
PPBAN
Make your brains hit the fan
Jumpman, 23
All black, you'll never see
Put you on the news on a 720 TV
Bossed up on fake niggas, had to pay a fee
'Cause them jiggas'll cut you up, and leave you dead in the street (On God)
Coolin' with my gang, that's only Famous and me (They know)
Nigga come round stupid, he gon' catch this Febreeze (Blaow!)
Class of '25, we gon' ride or die
Man, watch y'all niggas backs
'Fore y'all float to the sky
(Bow!)
Boy you's a bitch, nigga
Ain't never wanna run my fade
Boy you's a bitch, nigga
Couldn't even put you on no plays
'Cause you's a snitch, nigga
Man, fuck all that noise
Twonny Von, let's show these niggas how we really get up
They call me XP, because I really leveled up for real
They say, how you get your muscle up?
You gotta pump your steel
They say, why you love to knuckle up?
I do it for the thrill
They say, why you on your grind?
Because I'm trying to make this mil'
In the kitchen whippin' nigga, but I ain't trying to make no meal
Been up on my shit, swear to god won't stop 'til I'm fulfilled
Bitches love my teeth, diamond smile, don't even need the grill
Drop my meaties on her face, like a slab on the grill
Like Twonny Von said
Boy I gotta let these niggas know for real
How you stay up on your feet, and I ain't got no time to chill
Niggas really want some tea, but like the beans, they really spill
Nah, really
Niggas think this shit be sweet, they really silly
The way these niggas takin' L's, I would've thought his name was Melly
Hit a nigga in the shoulder, made his ass hit the shimmy
My O.G. asked me XP, why you go hard on 'em, lil' homie?
If a nigga look up at me wrong
Swear to god I'm sparkin' on 'em homie
And like a dog behind the gate, you just be barkin' on 'em homie
'Preciate you for cuttin' up on 'em homie
But sometimes
These niggas really don't learn
That's why Twonny Von gotta let 'em know
Aight
Yo
223's, 228's
Make a nigga spin like blades
Fuck your bitch
Do the dash
Make your girl a pretty maid
Be
Real
Pump
Steel
That's the shit we make you feel
Twonny Von
PPBAN
Make your brains hit the fan
Jumpman, 23
All black, you'll never see
Put you on the news on a 720 TV
Bossed up on fake niggas, had to pay a fee
'Cause them jiggas'll cut you up, and leave you dead in the street (On God)
Coolin' with my gang, that's only Famous and me (They know)
Nigga come round stupid, he gon' catch this Febreeze (Blaow!)
Class of '25, we gon' ride or die
Man, watch y'all niggas backs
'Fore y'all float to the sky
(Bow!)
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Writer(s): Antwon Sewell
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