Real Street n*gga lyrics

[Chorus: Skippa Da Flippa]
Every real street n*gga know a real street n*gga, my n*gga
And most of these rappers fugazis, they hatin
Broke, never seen no six figures
What it do my n*gga, what it do my n*gga
What it do my n*gga, what it do my n*gga
If ever go broke, sell my closet and go back to whipping that dope
What you gon do my n*gga? What you gon do my n*gga?
Say you real, but you really fake
Spray a b*tch n*gga when you see him on the interstate
What you been through my n*gga? What you been through my n*gga?

[Verse 1: Skippa Da Flippa]
What it do my n*gga? What you go through my n*gga?
What you gon do my n*gga? Everybody carry it, but will you pull the trigger?
Look, listen, tell you a little story, when I shot three Robert Horry
Caught him on the highway, n*gga that’s my way
And that’s just the middle of the story
The realest sh*t I done heard is I ain’t gonna die for 'em, I'ma die with' em
Watch for these sneaky snakes filled up with venom
Slit that b*tch throat if he don’t tell who seen it
n*gga, what you gon' do, when you find out your ho loving the crew
Relax and sit back and just bust you a brew
And I don’t want your b*tch cause she don’t come with two
What you been in to
Do you believe in god, have you read through Hebrews?
I done walked so many miles, sold so many ounces
And I still haven’t seen you
You claim that you real, but I know realer
Chopper under my chinchilla
Jackson 5 hollows, make you dance like Thriller
[Chorus: Skippa Da Flippa]
Every real street n*gga know a real street n*gga, my n*gga
And most of these rappers fugazis, they hatin
Broke, never seen no six figures
What it do my n*gga, what it do my n*gga
What it do my n*gga, what it do my n*gga
If ever go broke, sell my closet and go back to whipping that dope
What you gon do my n*gga? What you gon do my n*gga?
Say you real, but you really fake
Spray a b*tch n*gga when you see him on the interstate
What you been through my n*gga? What you been through my n*gga?

[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
n*ggas is fugazi, been had a dope bag 'fore 2 Chainz
Free Boona gave him 21, rob a n*gga, for his two chains
Head chopped, got two brains
Autotune, real rap, I got two lanes
Police say give him two names
I’m like Durk Banks, that’s my government
I don’t rap beef this sh*t so irrelevant
Sipping purp, that’s the medicine
I been off the porch 'fore your hair was bent
Smoking L after L, getting mil' after mil'
Watch my homie take 50, and I been going apesh*t 'fore I even heard 50
And my city tote 30s with the beam but we don’t tote 30s, we tote 50s
And them b*tches go bang bang, OTF b*tch doing the same thing
Snatch your chain if your chain hang
Where I'm from b*tch you gon gang bang
Like give me that, run up on his ass like give me that
Don’t call motherf*cker, ain’t getting it back
Call up zoo and no chitter chatter
He gon' get on that, let me get that
[Chorus: Skippa Da Flippa]
Every real street n*gga know a real street n*gga, my n*gga
And most of these rappers fugazis, they hatin
Broke, never seen no six figures
What it do my n*gga, what it do my n*gga
What it do my n*gga, what it do my n*gga
If ever go broke, sell my closet and go back to whipping that dope
What you gon do my n*gga? What you gon do my n*gga?
Say you real, but you really fake
Spray a b*tch n*gga when you see him on the interstate
What you been through my n*gga? What you been through my n*gga?