Real lyrics

[Chorus: Fat Trel]
One time for the real n*ggas, two times for the bad b*tches
One more time for the killers and the drillers
And the n*ggas on the block that’s still getting it

[Verse 1: Fat Trel]
On the block, b*tch I still get it
Since a youngin I been sick with it
Duffel bag got pounds in it
Get the work, move the work, I’m a pro with it
Got your b*tch on my di*k, I can still hit it
Got a K, got a MAC, got 30 in it
You ain’t talking bout no money, we ain’t f*ck with it
When it comes to the money we don’t play with it
Back in the day I was toting the strap
Flipping and moving, juuging the pack
Hundreds and fifties, we stacking all that
Bands on my di*k, tell them b*tches fall back
I’m rolling with Boosa, that’s Boosa Da Shoota
Got a Ruger with a 30 and that chopper gone screw ya
n*gga want work, n*gga we can get it to ya
I don’t do no talking, like Nike I do it
Double cup of lean, Sprite my fluid
Thumbing through the checks, see them bands, run through it
No free sh*t till I die f*ck n*gga
I be with them goons and them killers and them drillers
You be with them hot n*ggas, snitching on your n*ggas
f*ck y’all n*ggas, SB be the realest
Ear rings, neck piece, wrist game chilling
n*gga you can hate but I’m still gone get it, wow
[Chorus: Fat Trel]
One time for the real n*ggas, two times for the bad b*tches
One more time for the killers and the drillers
And the n*ggas on the block that’s still getting it

[Verse 2: P. Wild]
Imma do it for the real, one more time for the n*ggas in the field
Free Gino cause they got to free the real
Came from the streets, young n*gga keep it real
Hustle in the projects, b*tches love projects
Free my n*gga Gucci, know what’s up, squad sh*t
Ready get money, get money, f*ck b*tches
Bad b*tches on me cause they know a n*gga getting it
Ready get the guap cause the b*tches come with it
Hit your block with this Glock, you don’t want to feel the semi
Set up shop on your block, bullsh*t and then we hit it
Peep your [?], glass bullets, running from the ceiling
All my n*ggas savage, when I leave they coming with me
Came from the bottom now we aiming for the top
Got to get this money, I ain’t never gone stop
And how’s my block, E street where I bang
That thing changed, sl*tty Boys be the gang
Mention our names, bet the chopper gone bang
n*gga smile for the chopper, you can smile for the flame
Money in my pocket, ain’t a damn thing changed
n*gga changed up for the money and the fame
You smile for the chopper, you can smile for the flame
Money in my pocket, ain’t a damn thing changed
n*gga changed up for the money and the fame, let’s get it
[Chorus: Fat Trel]
One time for the real n*ggas, two times for the bad b*tches
One more time for the killers and the drillers
And the n*ggas on the block that’s still getting it

[Verse 3: Boosa Da Shoota]
One time for the sl*tty Boyz
f*ck one time cause my gang got guns
Two times for the bad b*tches, still fighting over bags of ones
One time for my n*gga P Wild
If a n*gga talk down Imma smack his ass down
30 shot Glock make a n*gga’s heart stop
n*gga we from North Beach, don’t come around town
One time for my n*gga Gino
Cause he keep getting locked, hope they let his ass go
One time for my n*gga [?]
I remember sixteen [?] with a four
One time for my n*gga Meechy
Cause we pop a lot of mollies, we don’t take sh*t slow
One time for my n*gga Kut Dawg
Cause they run up in the spot, all the stock that’s gone
One more time for my wild n*gga Toby
The pistols he toting, he just came home
One time for my bro Big Blocks
Set up the shop, all the guap I drop that
One time for my bro Killa Killa
Try to take him out the picture, Imma have to deal with ya
One time for my bro Badazz
Cause he a real savage, and let your ass have it