Real Talk lyrics

by

Yo Gotti


[Intro]
Ayy, if you don't f*ck with us
We don't f*ck with you, n*gga (That's just what it is)
And that's just what it is (A-ha)
Straight up

[Verse]
I don't mind killin', that's the blood in me (Real talk)
And I been breakin' down bills since a lil' n*gga (Come on)
Just got off the phone right now, I know the sh*t been crazy (f*ck)
Told 'em, "Good lookin' on that rat, n*gga, he shouldn't have made it"
And I'ma keep it real, sometime I don't feel like it (At all)
But I got a son, n*gga, and I still write 'em
Ask me why I'm talkin' sh*t like they investigatin'
I know I wanna smoke but we might be the next to make it
All these Percs on me n*gga, got my phone ringin'
b*tches shakin' ass, n*ggas tuned in
Gon' pop a watcher head, n*gga, that's a dub pokin'
Five trays full of ones got the club focused
They love a n*gga, from the b*tches to the club owners
We got alcohol, we got drugs on us
Only trippin' off a *sniff* if a mutt on us
I can't tell you sh*t but how the hood talk
We got a draw for every problem, b*tch, that's wood talk
I'm from the east, n*gga, where ain't nothin' grew
But I can still show your b*tch how a hundred look
And I can still show your b*tch who you been runnin' wit'
You n*ggas known for talkin', we known for runnin' sh*t
You n*ggas into textin, we into runnin' b*tches
My youngin down in Texas know how to hunt a b*tch
We got them drugs with us, talkin' a hundred strips
I know they watchin' me, keep a Glock with me
f*ck the law, bro, what? All that ain't stoppin' me
I keep a couple 'round that go up-top for me
n*ggas gon' f*ck around, become an opp to me
b*tch the whole east say they rock with me
Shout out to Ant Beast, it's time to lock the streets
Dead before they signed or rich, you know I rock with Meech
This is for your honor, free my brother Skeet
This one for my mama, boy, I'm worth a hundred Gs
Shout out to the firm, I can move a hundred beans
Shout out to the firm, I can move a hundred bowls
b*tch, I'm on parole, still keep a hundred close
Two hundred on the dash, I be on the go
Put him on his ass, thought he had me on the ropes
Mind clear for us, them our only copes
b*tches stare at us like we they only hope
Beans in the Sprite, that's the only dope
Beans get sent off, sh*t, that's all I know
Ten milli Glocks, all I f*ckin' tote
I'm waitin' on you, doggy, that's the only thing I wrote
Finna sign out, hope they let man out
If you don't think I'm totin', n*gga, come and find out
b*tch
Lil n*gga
Ant did the track
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