They Ain’t Real lyrics

[Intro]
What? Uh, uh, uh
I'ma, uh, I'ma, uh
n*gga what? n*gga what?
Aye, Q Da Fool
Gang, gang, gang, gang

[Verse]
They stole the swag, but it's cool
I'm a trap n*gga, so everything new
I got some shooters, they be high off the juice
I f*ck on that b*tch, that b*tch pus*y the truth
You be smoking on that low grade
High class can't smoke, that's why I count bread
Plus I'm a shooter, RIP Twin, got it tatted on my forehead
Got all this trap sh*t from my father, now my n*gga a goop head
I let your b*tch smoke designer drugs with all my thugs, she got good head
I'm on a mission, you better not be an issue
f*ck a b*tch, I fell in love with this pistol
Alias, I might just slide in that rental
I've been retarded ever since I was little
I ain't worrying 'bout what you think
You better be worried 'bout Q Da Fool
You ain't never been up in no shootouts
n*gga never stood up like a general
Another one gon' bite the dust
If he try to run, now I gotta bust
You a di*k eater, can't hang with us
I'm off a Xan and some angel dust
I ain't tryna love a b*tch I'm tryna bust a nut
Since I've been hanging with my dogs I can't hang with moodies
And if the trap get hot then the trap moving
I can't kick it with that hoe because that hoe be choosing
My b*tches love me, say that I'm the man
I gotta be b*tch, f*ck is you saying?
Q Da Fool, he making love to them bands
You looking mad, I just laugh at your ass
OG Bob said I'm moving too fast
He was right, 'cause I let shawty crash
Ooh, since a young n*gga
Ain't do nothing but look up to drug dealers
Once I got older, I didn't
My brother Max got me hip to a lick
OG Bob got me hip to a stick
Now a get it cracking b*tch, like a Ritz
I ain't tripping b*tch, I'm finna be rich
Pop a Molly watch designer I switch
I need some Gucci oven mitts
Damn, It's getting hot up in this b*tch
Said "f*ck it", I'ma give you the swag
Anyways, 'cause y'all stealing the swag
Ole rapping n*gga, I ain't feeling yo ass
Ahh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh
Try run up, yo ass gon' end up in a wheelchair
Real trap n*gga, this sh*t be too real
Streets f*cked up, n*gga, ain't sh*t fair