Real Niggas

[Intro] They make believe these niggas too fake Make believe these niggas too fake [Hook] Louie V’s with no shoelace Drinkin' lean like it Kool-Aid These VVS ain’t no fugaz' They make believe these niggas too fake I fuck with real niggas and bad bitches Got the real niggas and bad bitches Real niggas and bad bitches Now where my real niggas and bad bitches? [Verse 1] Gold Rollie, VS1’s Chain bussin like Vietnam See it with you, lil bling bling on Like it came straight from Cheech and Chong No shoe strings, I mean Louie Vuitton No 2 chainz, I got 3 on You niggas goin nuts over pecans I’m a big dog, you’re a pee-on Bad bitches and real niggas Polo, no Hilfiger ‘Cause Players Only Live Once Rest in peace Chad Butler I’m still pimpin It ain’t dead, I’m still livin Dead Prez is my True Religion I’m too hot, I need a cool assistant Call the cops because my roof is missin' (Verse) Sippin lean like it Kool-Aid White bread like too paid Getting more head than toupee Diamond clear like Blu-Ray Lil nigga you too fake Your bitch say she want a real nigga You try to hide or you can try to save her Nevermind, I’ma still hit her [Hook] [Verse 2] Outfit clean OCD Fuck around, put a pimp on a CD Who the fuck got a bank round this bitch We done pour it up like Ri Ri AP and wet with the VV It’s the same thing on my necklace I don’t be facin' my dealers just like she on front of the magazine Thirty rounds in the magazine Fresh out that jet, lil bitch we traveling Smoking on gasoline All I needs is sorta oh fairly Yea, I'm iced out and I’m geeked Said fuck D in the street I’m yelling lines in these streets short [Verse 3] Real niggas and bad bitches Cash getting yo ass kissed Count twenty thousand like ten minutes Got a foreign whip with your bitch in it Hustle Gang, my team winnin' Sleep then and when I’m still sippin' Wanna pop the clip and you get rippin' I’mma fuck around this of the louitinents And it’s all about the paper You block just sweat like the Lakers Uh, west side, they know me Two times, for the Doe B Louie’s got blood on my hoffy Broke nigga, G.D.O.D I shout like one of Birdman to you Smoking D-O-P-E [Hook] [Verse 4] LV’s, True Religion All these racks can’t fit up in it VVS got blood in it My money longer than life sentence Her pussy good like soul food Your main bitch is my old news She got the red bottoms, Jimmy Choo's I ain’t get that bitch a pair of house shoes Red box, cocktail All my niggas jumpin off the porch All my niggas be going for broke I’m mad talkin like Scott Storch Styrofoam, double cup Blowin up bout two 4’s The baddest bitch you ever seen Like stolen rims, she’s on all fours [Bridge] Fuck them fuck niggas, I know they hate us ‘Cause all my niggas getting paper Fifty bottles, we got em raised up I done fucked the ho, so why you got em caged up? [Hook]