What The f*ck A Real n*gga Do lyrics

by

Cassidy


Chubby Swag Jag
Larsony family
Brother this crazy right here
This what real n*ggas do

[Hook]
Pack a gat, clap it too
Is what the f*ck a real n*gga do
I stick di*k in chicks you never knew
Is what the f*ck a real n*gga do
We ride for the n*ggas in your crew
Is what the f*ck a real n*gga do
Get in and bring your n*ggas through
Is what the f*ck a real n*gga do
I'm a real n*gga and I'm a real n*gga too
Spit that real, spit that true
And what the f*ck a real n*gga do
I'm a real n*gga and I'm a real n*gga too
Eat and let your n*ggas chew
Is what the f*ck a real n*gga do

[Verse 1: Cassidy]
I've got grams of white, that Vanna White
Get a tan of white if you can stand the price
The ice in my watch is rocky, bright like paparazzi camera lights
b*tch I grip that hammer tight
If cats ever try to rob me dog
I'm a probably clap my shotty off
The gat I pack is my bodyguard
Dome shot get bodied dog
The chrome pop and your body fall
I'm cold but my nose ain't snotty y'all
I'm with a chick, tits bigger than a volley ball
I'm a probly break somebody jaw
One punch and this over with
Jump up to punch with both my fists
Like both your eyes and bust both your lips
I f*cked both your chicks and they both was thick
I had both my hands on both their tits
They had both their hands on both my nuts
I made both the sl*ts deep throat the di*k
I got coke to flip, I'm movin' drugs
You using drugs you smoke the sh*t
I was broke as sh*t till I moved around
Then move the pound like who smoked the sh*t
Got a half brick of that coke and sh*t
Got a whole slab of that dope n sh*t
I push weight than my back is sore
What the f*ck is y'all boys strappin' for?
You pack the gat, you never clapped before
What the f*ck is you wastin' that ratchet for?
You wack and you never spit crack before
You cats is weak so what you keep rappin' for?
[Hook]

[Verse 2: Chubby Jag]
I run the point, n*gga I'm pass the rock
Feel so out of this world from the outer space but I ain't no astronaut
Can a n*gga come and cook jab if a b*tch look bad you know I had the pop
Grab a Glock. Just in case a n*gga wanna hate and I had to blast a shot
Yea, told everybody this n*gga don't play
Known to call shots, tell the n*gga ok
Stabbed in the pus*y, you n*gga so gay
My eye on the throne, no Jigga no Ye
Now chill, you see a n*gga though
Probably why the haters wanna steal a n*gga show
You got that dirt and I got that work
If a n*gga need a job betta let a n*gga know
Chubby, yep, I do this easy ho
You don't wanna see me get greezy ho
Oh you think you ballin' ha?
Got the boy feelin' like jeezy huh
Real and you better believe me ho
Make the ball work like a sissy ho
I'm out block anything, go with the ho
Get your b*tch took like Yeezy ho
Hope you n*ggas know, n*gga getting' dough, Mr. Hityourho
Girl popped, n*gga wanna shot, n*gga hit the flo'
My plot n*gga dumb hot n*ggas flip the nose
I don't wanna talk about bars I be spittin' those
Man I thought you n*ggas knew
Since I'm here you n*gga through
f*ck with him and his n*ggas shoot
That's what the f*ck a real n*gga do
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