Real Street n*gga lyrics

[Intro: Kayo Vulture]
Ayy, turn me up, Keith
Yeah, yeah, huh (Skrrt!)
Real street sh*t, b*tch, on gang!
f*ck these opps, we active! (Vulture mode!)

[Chorus: Kayo Vulture]
I’m a real street n*gga, I don't talk much (Nah)
Glock on my hip, let it spark like it's star dust (Brrrah!)
Pill in my cup and my b*tch got her ass up (Booty!)
Never gave a f*ck, I was raised in the back cuts
Drippin’ in Dior, they ain't seen what I seen (Nope)
Ran through the mud with a TEC and a beam (Bang!)
They know how I move, I don't fold, I don't sing
Put a opp in the dirt, make his mama just scream (Ahh!)
Big gold grill, that Florida flash
Took his b*tch, now she throwin' me ass
Wipe a nose, no tissue, just blast
This real life, no cap in my raps!

[Verse 1: Kayo Vulture]
Ayy, caught that boy lackin', he froze in the cut (Boom boom boom!)
Put him on a shirt, got his bro throwin' up (pus*y!)
Tried to ride my wave, but hе ain't built tough
In the Hellcat swervin’, your block gеttin’ rushed
f*ck a case, b*tch, I been on the run
Three straps in the trunk, that's a murderin' ton
Got a plug from Belize, and he talk with a gun
If I die, bury me with a scale and some funds (For real!)
She a thot, I ain’t wife her (Nah)
She ate the whole clique, now you kiss her (Yuck!)
Still sendin’ shots on Twitter
But won’t pull up, you a hoe-ass quitter (Facts!)
Got tattoos all on my mental
Lost too many, I’m gone, I’m sinful
Blew his head like a birthday candle
Real street n*gga, this life ain’t gentle (b*tch!)
[Chorus: Kayo Vulture]
I’m a real street n*gga, I don't talk much (Never)
Glock on my hip, let it spark like it's star dust (Grrrah!)
Pill in my cup and my b*tch got her ass up (Ugh!)
Never gave a f*ck, I was raised in the back cuts (Slums!)
Drippin’ in Dior, they ain't seen what I seen
Ran through the mud with a TEC and a beam (Boom!)
They know how I move, I don't fold, I don't sing
Put a opp in the dirt, make his mama just scream (Haaah!)

[Verse 2: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
These n*ggas be cappin’, I catch 'em, I split 'em
Said he a shooter, that boy just a witness (pus*y!)
Ridin’ with killers, and we never missin’
Hundred round drum like the motherf*ckin' Pistons
Told that hoe don’t talk, just bend
I don't do love, I just f*ck then send
Still got opps tryna plot revenge
But I stay too high and my Glock got twins
Popped out the cut with a 30 like “BOOM!”
Heard he a stepper, that boy ain't moved
Told lil’ bro, let’s clean up the room
Chopper got kick, it'll knock down a tomb
I ain't with the whisperin’, talk loud, b*tch
If it’s real smoke, bring the whole crowd, b*tch
Still ridin’ 'round with a four-pound stick
I don’t duck sh*t, I just unload clips (BRRRAH!)
[Chorus: Kayo Vulture & YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
(Yeah, b*tch) I’m a real street n*gga, I don't talk much
(YB) Glock on my hip, let it spark like it's star dust (Boom!)
Pill in my cup and my b*tch got her ass up (Shake!)
Never gave a f*ck, I was raised in the back cuts (Woo!)
Drippin’ in Dior, they ain't seen what I seen
Ran through the mud with a TEC and a beam
They know how I move, I don't fold, I don't sing
Put a opp in the dirt, make his mama just scream (Grrah!)

[Outro: Kayo Vulture]
Huh, yeah
Put gold in my mouth, put pain in my verse
Put shells in his car, leave blood on his shirt
f*ck what he said, we gon' slide first
Ain’t no peace, b*tch, I want war worse
Real street n*gga, forever Vulture mode!
f*ck the industry
(Yeah... skrrt skrrt... Kayo Vulture, b*tch)