Real

[Produced By Bass Hedz] [Hook][x4] One time for the real niggas, two times for the bad bitches One more time for the killers and the drillers And the niggas on the block that’s still getting it [Verse 1] On the block, bitch I still get it Since a youngin I been sick with it Duffel bag got pounds in it Get the work, move the work, I’m a pro with it Got your bitch on my dick, I can still hit it Got a K, got a MAC, got 30 in it You ain’t talking bout no money, we ain’t fuck with it When it comes to the money we don’t play with it Back in the day I was toting the strap Flipping and moving, juuging the pack Hundreds and fifties, we stacking all that Bands on my dick, tell them bitches fall back I’m rolling with Boosa, that’s Boosa Da Shoota Got a Ruger with a 30 and that chopper gone screw ya Nigga want work, nigga we can get it to ya I don’t do no talking, like Nike I do it Double cup of lean, Sprite my fluid Thumbing through the checks, see them bands, run through it No free shit till I die fuck nigga I be with them goons and them killers and them drillers You be with them hot niggas, snitching on your niggas Fuck y’all niggas, SB be the realest Ear rings, neck piece, wrist game chilling Nigga you can hate but I’m still gone get it, wow [Hook][x4] [Verse 2] Imma do it for the real, one more time for the niggas in the field Free Gino cause they got to free the real Came from the streets, young nigga keep it real Hustle in the projects, bitches love projects Free my nigga Gucci, know what’s up, squad shit Ready get money, get money, fuck bitches Bad bitches on me cause they know a nigga getting it Ready get the guap cause the bitches come with it Hit your block with this Glock, you don’t want to feel the semi Set up shop on your block, bullshit and then we hit it Peep your [?], glass bullets, running from the ceiling All my niggas savage, when I leave they coming with me Came from the bottom now we aiming for the top Got to get this money, I ain’t never gone stop And how’s my block, E street where I bang That thing changed, Slutty Boys be the gang Mention our names, bet the chopper gone bang Nigga smile for the chopper, you can smile for the flame Money in my pocket, ain’t a damn thing changed Nigga changed up for the money and the fame You smile for the chopper, you can smile for the flame Money in my pocket, ain’t a damn thing changed Nigga changed up for the money and the fame, let’s get it [Hook][x4] [Verse 3] One time for the Slutty Boyz Fuck one time cause my gang got guns Two times for the bad bitches, still fighting over bags of ones One time for my nigga P Wild If a nigga talk down Imma smack his ass down 30 shot Glock make a nigga’s heart stop Nigga we from North Beach, don’t come around town One time for my nigga Gino Cause he keep getting locked, hope they let his ass go One time for my nigga [?] I remember sixteen [?] with a four One time for my nigga Meechy Cause we pop a lot of mollies, we don’t take shit slow One time for my nigga Kut Dawg Cause they run up in the spot, all the stock that’s gone One more time for my wild nigga Toby The pistols he toting, he just came home One time for my bro Big Blocks Set up the shop, all the guap I drop that One time for my bro Killa Killa Try to take him out the picture, Imma have to deal with ya One time for my bro Badazz Cause he a real savage, and let your ass have it