R.N.S (Real n*gga sh*t) lyrics

[Intro]
Free Boosie

Ain’t this that sh*t?
Ain’t this that sh*t?

[Hook]
Ain’t this that sh*t that we gon ride to?
Ain’t this that sh*t that we get high to?
Ain’t this that sh*t that make you vibe n*gga?
Pull out yo stick and wanna slide n*gga
I like to call this some real n*gga sh*t
A real n*gga on some real n*gga sh*t
A lot of hoes on a real n*gga di*k
And money never make a real n*gga switch

[Verse 1]
I say I can’t stand no b*tch n*gga
That goes for you snitch n*ggas
Can’t do no broke boys cus everybody with me they go getters
Say money over these lame hoes, yall n*ggas be cuffin dough
Met the b*tch in that same night, I’mma knock down like dominoes
I say oh Lord I’m savin
f*ck yall, just pay me
Big bees in my whip, catch a young n*gga move saney
I be ridin round with 2 ladies
pus*y n*gga you basic
My n*gga P keep a strap-on
He'll f*ck around and start sprayin
n*gga don’t play me
All I’m talkin is real n*gga sh*t
Come and f*ck and suck a real n*gga di*k
All these hoes want a real n*gga di*k

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
I ride for my brother, I’d die for my brother
I’d kill for my mother in case you ain’t know
Shoot out 100 then f*ckin reload it
I lift up yo spirit like you been promoted
I’m wit it, runnin my city
Chasin that money, I get it get it
Came to the ratchet, my b*tches said Diddy
I want it, I cop it, you watch what you spendin
n*ggas be poundin like I’m pron, tell these hoes to please keep calm
If I die today I’m good
Hope this real sh*t can live on
Ain’t no ho sh*t in my blood, know my family is my love
Peace my homeboys and my thugs
Still with the same folk from day one

Boy that’s real n*gga sh*t
I’m just tryna get my whole team rich
In a Phantom blowin kush behind the tint
Bumpin Boosie Boo, that badass hit
[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Say what you wanna, do what you wanna
I get upset, they attack like piranhas
I don’t even like not one of you n*ggas
b*tch ain’t thick, can’t even f*ck wit er
Yea we them n*ggas with the 20 gold bottle
VIP sec, she put 25 models
Pulled up, yep that’s us in the foreign
Huh, yall life so boring
Uh, I made a mill off touring
Crib in the hills like motherf*ckin Lauren
Rest don’t chill but just can’t ignore
And that pus*y so good, I explore like Dora
Smoke one, for the ones lost
RIP to every real n*gga we once saw, damn
Where the real n*ggas went?
Free Boosie
Free Fat Boy
Real sh*t
They gon lose they motherf*ckin mind in the hood when they hear this
n*gga!

[Hook]