The Posse Cut (Who Don’t) lyrics

[Chorus]
Real n*ggas f*ck with me
Real n*ggas f*ck with me
Real n*ggas f*ck with me
And I don't give a f*ck who don't
Real n*ggas f*ck with me
Real n*ggas f*ck with me
Real n*ggas f*ck with me
And I don't give a f*ck who don't
Real n*ggas f*ck with me
Real n*ggas f*ck with me
Real n*ggas f*ck with me
And I don't give a f*ck who don't
Real n*ggas f*ck with me
Real n*ggas f*ck with me
Real n*ggas f*ck with me
And I don't give a f*ck who don't

[Verse 1: Wale]
Real n*ggas f*ck with us
f*ck you if you feelin' different
f*ck you phony bamas, fake b*tches, and you little git-wits
Prince Georges to the District
I be there cause I live it
Brought this sh*t to fruition
A couple years back ain't seen my vision
Runnin' this b*tch like I do not care
O.G. Nikes, my shoes so rare
Whole lot of haters wanna fight I swear
Cause a n*gga main joint wanna do my hair
Twist me up, let me crank
Rub my back, then let me lay
Give me dome, then let me skate
Ya'll bullsh*ttin', still goin on dates
[Verse 2: Fat Trel]
I remember when I used to bust a Mack with my eyes closed
Then time rode, shawty trappin', plus she get it showed
You try and cop, I don't know you n*gga, I don't know
You shop for hoes, I be searchin' for them calicos
Police be lurkin', I be swervin' in the Tahoe
I'm still young, still thuggin', I do what you don't
And you do what you can, make you less of a man
His wifey f*ck with me and really he don't understand

[Chorus]
Real n*ggas f*ck with me
Real n*ggas f*ck with me
Real n*ggas f*ck with me
And I don't give a f*ck who don't
Real n*ggas f*ck with me
Real n*ggas f*ck with me
Real n*ggas f*ck with me
And I don't give a f*ck who don't
Real n*ggas f*ck with me
Real n*ggas f*ck with me
Real n*ggas f*ck with me
And I don't give a f*ck who don't
Real n*ggas f*ck with me
Real n*ggas f*ck with me
Real n*ggas f*ck with me
And I don't give a f*ck who don't
[Verse 3: Black Cobain]
Hi hater, arrivederci, its Co-bizzy
Hands on the paper, so far gone like I know Drizzy
They talk about me, but they can't live without me
I send my haters X and O's , that's how you feel about me
I ain't bullsh*ttin' with rap, we handle matadors
The CP3 of this rap game, I bet my n*gga score
Flossy in my chip and peps, b*tches and they new Giuseppes
My b*tches ballin' to the Maya Moore's, yes
I'm way better than all of them, way better than all of them
Mr. I-don't-give-a-f*ck-about-you what they callin' him
Hate is the new love, wait, hate is the new drug
I body every beat and tell 'em get they black suits up
Mr. Folarin said he got me Trel rockin' too
This the board administration, n*gga, who the f*ck are you?
Pass me the purp, I'mma smoke to this
Getting money, duckin' haters, n*gga I ain't loafin' b*tch

[Chorus]
Real n*ggas f*ck with me
Real n*ggas f*ck with me
Real n*ggas f*ck with me
And I don't give a f*ck who don't
Real n*ggas f*ck with me
Real n*ggas f*ck with me
Real n*ggas f*ck with me
And I don't give a f*ck who don't
Real n*ggas f*ck with me
Real n*ggas f*ck with me
Real n*ggas f*ck with me
And I don't give a f*ck who don't
Real n*ggas f*ck with me
Real n*ggas f*ck with me
Real n*ggas f*ck with me
And I don't give a f*ck who don't