Real One (Intro)

bottom of her shoes yeah the red ones.
way before this dawg we had a pill run if I'm in a good I might sell some.
Me and cle smokin out the body bag taking double shots doing the molly dance.
G-Eazy in the kitchen with the pots and pans this one on one on how to real run up ya bands.
Ya say you wanna some wit a real one.
Ya say you wanna pour up wit a real one.
We pour out the pints yeah the real ones.
woke up the next day I was still done.
My bitch so bad she need her ass whipped rich young nigga making cash flip.
Taking pictures on the greyhound from my last trip.
Came back I'm three days on the fast tip.
My niggas show up like a task force give a nigga exactly what he asked for.
Fuck a hoe make her leave out the back door another hit and run that's a sad story.
ya say you wanna smoke wit a real one ya say you wanna pour up wit a real one.
wear some these the real ones.
Rgs the mob we the real ones.
Bottom of her shoes yeah the red ones.
way before this dawg we had a pill run.
Bring me all the pints yeah the sealed ones.
My bitch said she like her steaks well done



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Writer(s): Davaughn Clark, Demario Livingston
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