Real One (feat. Wavy-O) [Prod. By No Luck]

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Dwoyo

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Y'all ain't fucking with a real one
Fucking with a, real (real)
Yeah, yeah

Y'all ain't fucking with a real one
Y'all ain't fucking with a real one
Dwoyo, Wavy-O, finna let em know the deal
I been crossing all night, mothafucka take the wheel, ay
Money come to me, hundreds come to me (money!)
Nothing come for free, nothing come for free (that's nothing!)
Bitches come to me, nothing come for free
Don't come up to me if y'all don't f*ck with me

Oh man, oh man, oh man
I don't pay attention to my Instagram
Hit my dealer up and cop an instant gram
Roll my lyrics up and smoke it with no filter man
(Ha!) Oh man, oh man, oh man
The way I write my life is like a diagram
Breathe it in, till you feel it in your diaphragm
That's the only way you're ever getting higher man
Lately I've been stressing out
The money and the music I ain't making, plus I'm finally graduating, but you don't see me complaining, how
If that's my only problem that's a blessing now
(Uh huh, uh huh) Class is in session now
(Uh huh, uh huh) I meant peace, not piece, so put your weapon down
Unless I'm mute I'll never put my weapon down
Boy don't make me shoot I'll go Red Dead Redemption, blao
I forgot to mention how, I live in a different dimension now
Where all of my questions bout making impressions go into a different direction now
Umpire my empire, you don't wanna get an ejection now
You fake fucks don't get an exception, if y'all ever wanna come to my section you gone
Y'all better know what I'm on, ay
Mix kush with patron, ay
I ain't picking up the phone, ay
Leave a message at the tone, ay
Miami to the death of me
Tallahassee can't get rid of me
Niente viente per libero
I was running shit in Italy
Literally killing em softly
Roosevelt with the big stick
Shawty on me got thick lips riding shotgun on my stick shift
Had to take her off the hit list, I'm a hitman, I make hits man, oh man, better believe it
F*ck your advice I don't need it

Y'all ain't fucking with a real one
Y'all ain't fucking with a real 
Dwoyo, Wavy-O, finna let em know the deal
I been crossing all night, mothafucka take the wheel, ay

Oxy, xanny, perky in my system yea I'm feeling godly
F*ck up on your bitch you know she nasty
And she acting naughty
Eyes up, never risk my life for nobody
You want me, find me
But you gon never find me hiding from the papparazi
I gotta face
All of these people they wanting my vans when I be on stage
They trynna play
Play with the wave
Hate what I say
And yo face
Is getting mixed with the pavement
I gotta face
All of my problems today
Avoiding a case
Shoes man yea I got em unlaced
While I'm in race
Tay-K, lil bitch Imma fade
Yo bitch, shit she calling me bae
Riding around looking sus
Ay, Ay, Ay
I don't f*ck with fake
So elaborate
What you trynna say
I wanna get it, I'm reaching for skies
Never be wearing disguise
I just be dripping like Voss
Swiss on my wrist, you know what it costs
Never be lost, sipping Ciroc
While I be looking like Ross, Ricky
She wanna make it quicky (Bitch)
Imma go make me a milli
Said that she feel me like milli Rock
I got the dank in my sock
YKM, we da squad
We always be coming on top

Y'all ain't fucking with a real one
Y'all ain't fucking with a real 
Dwoyo, Wavy-O, finna let em know the deal
I been crossing all night, mothafucka take the wheel, ay
Money come to me, hundreds come to me (money!)
Nothing come for free, nothing come for free (that's nothing!)
Bitches come to me, nothing come for free
Don't come up to me if y'all don't f*ck with me

Ain't noone fucking with me
Nah, nah, ain't noone fucking with me 
Nothing be coming for free
Nothing be coming for free
Nothing be coming for 
Nothing be coming for

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