[Intro]
(I really like to use cash)
[Chorus]
Real street nigga, no chit-chat, I'm in my bag, for real
These niggas so broke in the club, they ain't havin' no swag, for real
I mix with a soda, withdrawal
I got a roll on me, one hand on the Glock
I'm with this lil' ho, she gon' ride like a car (Yeah)
[Post-Chorus]
Her girlfriend mad, want a nigga like me
I shuffle the deck, finna cut off my queen
Got a new bitch and she give head like MIT
These niggas p*ssy like OPP
Diamonds so clear, LG TV (Shout out Dylvinci)
We got a lot of food, so everybody eat
All this damn chicken, why the nigga want beef? (f*ckin' slaps, on God)
[Verse]
Ayy, you ain't got no money, how the hell you gon' go to war?
7.62 gon' bust a nigga's brain to the wall
You ain't gotta worry 'bout my niggas, know we brought it all
SK, AK, Draco, shoot, no ball
She broke in her feelings and that ain't my fault
You don't stand for somethin', your ass gon' fall
I'm still in that trap, I'm makin' that call
I'm havin' that work, so no days off
I'm a real boss nigga so I pay what it costs
Real street nigga, no chit-chat, I'm in my bag, for real
These niggas ain't havin' no swag, for real
Ain't livin' like that, they all hype
Both my bitches, they gay and they ride with the strap
I ain't involved with the play unless I gotta cap
[Chorus]
Real street nigga, no chit-chat, I'm in my bag, for real
These niggas so broke in the club, they ain't havin' no swag, for real
I mix with a soda, withdrawal
I got a roll on me, one hand on the Glock
I'm with this lil' ho, she gon' ride like a car (Yeah)
[Post-Chorus]
Ayy, her girlfriend mad, want a nigga like me
I shuffle the deck, finna cut off my queen
Got a new bitch and she give head like MIT
These niggas p*ssy like OPP
Diamonds so clear, LG TV (Shout out Dylvinci)
We got a lot of food, so everybody eat
All this damn chicken, why the nigga want beef? (f*ckin' slaps, on God)
[Outro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah