ON SOME REAL

Yeah, bitch I got it out the muscle
You can shake my hand but I don't trust you
Back up, fuck all of that talking I won't touch you
Imma shoot, then imma look for all the ones that love you

I'm a dog
Pit Bull, Rottweiler
Yo ho wanna pet me then neck me, she a top slider
Hit her from the back got her ass walking lopsided
When I hit she go up up, that's a pop flyer
I be in my groove feelin cool but don't start fire
Cause I'll put a halt to ya moves like a popped tire
I don't stop at stop signs or red lights when I'm sliding
I be on go, fuck the law I don't abide by em
She be on hoe, I ain't mad cause I'm a hoe too
Slut me out babygirl cause I'll fuck the whole crew
Quarantine got me feelin thirsty what that mouth do
Baby girl I'm grown straight to it what about you

I be on some cool shit
Maybe on some tool shit
Fresh up out the gym lookin swole, post a cool flick
She sending me nude pics
Her last nigga losing
Cause I'm looking at her like how could you lose this
Baby so bad, Mike Jack no homo
Fuck her good she giving free promo
Letting all her friends know
How I beat it in the backseat of the bimmer
Kitty so good I'm feeling like I need to tip her
Like she a stripper, and she a dime
I grabbed a quarter she my twister
It's pearled everytime
Since I hit she got thicker, make her work everytime
Stretching shawty out she say it hurt everytime

And she roll up turn her hoe up then she dip
If it's war I'm a soldier, I show up and empty clips
If it's all about a dollar then I'm wit all of that shit
And I stay wit all the drip, might put Dior on ya bitch
Shawty tryna steal my closet, baby you is not slick
I hit twice and you got two hoodies out the crib
Won't be a third time
Three strikes you out, I get big amounts
I spend time wit these women in real slim amounts

I spend time flipping digits tryna figure my shit out
I'd be lying if I said I didn't start without some doubt
But I can't doubt myself now
Got a bit of wealth now
Really on my shit bitch I never need no help now
Slid my mom some racks but she don't need them shits either
Business going smoove but I'm like fuck it go buy Jada sneakers
Smoove on his shit, get on beats and I lose it
I been going crazy, going stupid yeah

On some real shit I just want a baddie
Yeah I got one but two would make me happy
I can't please everyone, truthfully and sadly
When it's all said and done I bet I feed the family
Baby girl can a nigga hit it in the morning
I be stressed out so right now I need some more head
I be tryna hit every night cause you ain't boring
Every time you buss I be feeling like I'm scoring yeah

Yeah, yeah yeah
Yeah, yeah yeah
Yeah yeah



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Writer(s): Keaun Johns
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