Real sh*t lyrics

U n*ggas are bums.i'm a real finesse i rock designer i don't rock no Nessar. i got gucci on my wrist, diamonds around my neck sir don't come on my block or u getting robbed smoking on gas now i'm sitting on free me from these f*ck me bars knock your ass out now count how many stars . back to the problem u ducking some issue's i sent shooters yo way they coming to gt u they pulling up gonna rip out your tissue really bout it they pull up with missiles . because i'm forever the king i jugging and finessing i hit stains hitting licks and snatching these chains got big off my mix tape now the world knows my name.kick in doors we don't knock we mobbing in like the S.W.A.T aim at the n*ggas socket then run thru their pocket they think they tough i'm ice cube and my n*gga smokey me and my crew stay high on gas and blow those o's if u think so yeah b*tch yeah b*tch yeah b*tch yeah b*tch than u f*cking slow.i be smoking on gas f*ck this b*tch like the flash run through yo house watch me kid nap the cash yo n*ggas see through like glass. its lil zone i'm the king yo sh*t just trash Glock 34 their sh*t will go blast. i'm busting out brains yo n*ggas so stupid they really insane smoking on gas your b*tch knows my name