Real & Fake lyrics

[Verse 1: YRN Lingo & Takeoff]
Come here n*gga, let me tell you some’ right quick (Right now)
Get close, I’m finna tell you some real sh*t (Real sh*t)
n*ggas out here say they loyal but the snakes
Until you put em to the test and they gon show who really fake (f*ck)
Scary ass n*ggas say that they be pulling triggers
I never seen you carry guns, don’t get this sh*t twisted (Huh)
You the type of n*gga if you get caught by the feds (You the type)
You gon tell the whole thing just to stay away from jail (Ha)

[Interlude: YRN Lingo & Takeoff]
Alright, man, listen, I'm finna tell you some real sh*t (Talk to 'em Lingo)
It's real and fake n*ggas out here (Ahh, real and fake n*ggas)
But the fake n*ggas try to act real (Fake n*ggas try to act, woo)
Smile in your face (Smile in your face)
(Woo, nahh, woo)

[Verse 2: YRN Lingo & Takeoff]
Listen, two-faced ass n*ggas smile but they be really sick
Talking sh*t when you just a n*gga that was on my di*k (You was just)
Talk about look at his car, look at his wrist (Look at my)
Look at his house, look at his b*tch (b*tch)
Look at his chain, hopping out the red thing (Shine)
Hollow tip coming for your brain
Extension clip with the bloodstains (Bow, bow)
I keep a nine on me like Luol Deng (Bow, bow)
Red dead revolver I got perfect aim
Put the money in my bank, chi-chang (Huh)
Yellow in my diamonds, lemon ring
I’m feeling like 2Pac in this rap game (Shakur)
Giuseppe steppers never looked better
Bring the chinchilla out when we get cold weather
[Interlude: YRN Lingo & Takeoff]
Now, for all you b*tches out there (b*tch)
Talkin' all that jack, he ain't gin be nothin' (Shhh)
And sh*t
Haha haha (Ha)
Hold on (I like that lil bro)

[Verse 3: YRN Lingo, Takeoff & Quavo]
Listen, f*ck all you b*tches that wasn’t rocking with me (b*tch)
Now you wanna give me your number and blow me kisses (Mwah)
b*tch you see me in the Bentley (Face)
Making money how I spend it (Making money)
b*tches tryna take my riches (b*tches tryna)
Tryna flex for these pictures (Flex)
But that never happened though (Nah) cause I can always get some more (Bow)
Mama said f*ck these hoes (Mama), that is what I’m running from

[Outro: Quavo & Takeoff]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Bow, bow, bow, bow
What's happenin', n*gga?
Yeah
Big unc, Quavo, head huncho, n*gga (Ahh)
Migo Gang, n*gga (Ahh)
Lingo (Ahh, big bro, Takeoff)
My 'phew
You touch him, Imma shoot
Know what the f*ck going on, n*gga
We rocking ice, pull up in the club
Bet Maybach, Maybach is twice (Woo)