Shit Is Real
This shit is real, in the field so I keep the steel
This shit is real, in the field so I keep the steel
This shit is real, in the field so I keep the steel
You throw up a L? You'll see how it feels
This shit is real, in the field so I keep the steel
This shit is real, in the field so I keep the steel
This shit is real, in the field so I keep the steel
My niggas BrickSquad and they gon' kill
Talk that shit but they ain't really bout that life
Put them bands on his head he be dead by tonight
All these niggas shooters, until they get shot
Now they out here snitchin' writin' statements to the cops thats why its fuck the ops, BrickSquad D-Block
We dont love these hoes, they out here suckin' cock
MOB money over bitches
I'm just tryna check my bag, and ride on Sixes
Oh thats your bitch? I bet you miss her
Fucked her on the first day and I ain't have to kiss her
Catch up, I'm leavin' em' you heard lil mister
Bodybag a nigga, now they think he missin'
Its real in the field team no lackin' bitch
We .? BrickSquad, lets get it crackin' bitch
We in game ya'll guys need a membership
I threw 30 in the clip just for emphasis
And we ain't worried bout' the opps, ya'll some non-factors
I threw a scope on the chopper ya'll just target practice
And any girl if I want her mean I'm bout' to have her
Which means I'm bout' to fuck and after that I'm bout to pass her
Call up Rico you know he bout to blow
I call up JoJo you know he bout to blow
I swear I'm missing Aiki god bless his soul
I swear its real in the field so I dont trust a soul
This shit is real, in the field so I keep the steel
You steady talkin' you be smellin' like a sour dill
Boy I am rollin' and I tote boy I'm off a pill
You think you with it, whole time, boy it is a drill
I get down, D-Block boy a man down
Smoke his ass like a Dutch or some fuckin loud
I get down with my crew, boy fuck a crowd
Knock em' down and its down smoke em' like some loud
Now he missin' cause his fuck boy ass on the ground
30 in the body, then I ditch the crown
You ain't on shit, for Aiki I be blowin
Ride on a opp, and leave his ass snorin'
This shit is real, in the field so I keep the steel
This shit is real, in the field so I keep the steel
You throw up a L? You'll see how it feels
This shit is real, in the field so I keep the steel
This shit is real, in the field so I keep the steel
This shit is real, in the field so I keep the steel
My niggas BrickSquad and they gon' kill
Talk that shit but they ain't really bout that life
Put them bands on his head he be dead by tonight
All these niggas shooters, until they get shot
Now they out here snitchin' writin' statements to the cops thats why its fuck the ops, BrickSquad D-Block
We dont love these hoes, they out here suckin' cock
MOB money over bitches
I'm just tryna check my bag, and ride on Sixes
Oh thats your bitch? I bet you miss her
Fucked her on the first day and I ain't have to kiss her
Catch up, I'm leavin' em' you heard lil mister
Bodybag a nigga, now they think he missin'
Its real in the field team no lackin' bitch
We .? BrickSquad, lets get it crackin' bitch
We in game ya'll guys need a membership
I threw 30 in the clip just for emphasis
And we ain't worried bout' the opps, ya'll some non-factors
I threw a scope on the chopper ya'll just target practice
And any girl if I want her mean I'm bout' to have her
Which means I'm bout' to fuck and after that I'm bout to pass her
Call up Rico you know he bout to blow
I call up JoJo you know he bout to blow
I swear I'm missing Aiki god bless his soul
I swear its real in the field so I dont trust a soul
This shit is real, in the field so I keep the steel
You steady talkin' you be smellin' like a sour dill
Boy I am rollin' and I tote boy I'm off a pill
You think you with it, whole time, boy it is a drill
I get down, D-Block boy a man down
Smoke his ass like a Dutch or some fuckin loud
I get down with my crew, boy fuck a crowd
Knock em' down and its down smoke em' like some loud
Now he missin' cause his fuck boy ass on the ground
30 in the body, then I ditch the crown
You ain't on shit, for Aiki I be blowin
Ride on a opp, and leave his ass snorin'
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Writer(s): Inconnu Compositeur Auteur, John Mares-coleman
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