Real Talk (feat. Bfra)
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Don't tell me to pop out you sayin' your feelings is mixed with a bitch So don't bring the cops out, I'm makin' my move, I'm takin' my shot So don't let me drop out, I'm comin' your way, I'm needin' my phone So turn on your hotspot, Yeah lil nigga get shot down Don't call up or play You know I'ma run it, I break away quick I'm countin' them hunnids Four finger trigger, your brain like glitter make somethin' new like my name on a picture You think it's too fast, you don't know how I'm comin I pull off the lot like Dee-Bo I'm huntin', I'm shootin' my shot like a boss, I ain't runnin I-T-N, bitch, say the word and we comin' makin' these plays like my name on the title Say somethin' nice like your word is a Bible Lil homie just mess around, don't bring the fake around Body for body, don't cap what you waitin' on You not from my city, you just tryna stunt, throw up your hands and nobody will come So f*ck out my way, let me get to the money don't come around here if you think you a dummy Grabbin' my K and I'm lettin' it bang, Take out your noodles instead of your brain Don't sleep on a nigga, I'm wastin' my time It's a problem round here, let me clean up my nine Steppin' on necks, she grabbin' my tool she smooth like some butter, she wet as a pool Call her my dime, she makin' it count, sweet as some honey, I'm winnin', no doubt Let's get it, let's go, and I'm blowin' my smoke Put your beams in the air, we toatin' that pole Holdin' my head with a crown I run on the beat like my name is 0riginal I float when I drive, when my vision too cynical This a new town finna walk it around, Don't play with me, I got the heat Don't step in the street, who you think you supposed to be Nigga, you know I'm not average I'm wastin' my time, but I'm gettin' this bag in Check my account and it's lookin' fantastic Show me a smile, so I'm throwin' all craps in Throwin' all craps in Throwin' all craps in Don't tell me to pop out you sayin' your feelings is mixed with a bitch So don't bring the cops out I'm makin' my move, I'm takin' my shot So don't let me drop out I'm comin' your way, I'm needin' my phone So turn on your hotspot Yeah lil nigga get shot down Don't tell me to pop out you sayin' your feelings is mixed with a bitch So don't bring the cops out I'm makin' my move, I'm takin' my shot So don't let me drop out I'm comin' your way, I'm needin' my phone So turn on your hotspot Yeah lil nigga get shot down Yeah, nigga know it's B-Fra on the beat yeah I fell off, but I'm back on my feet Nigga try to play me, but no, I ain't weak Hell yeah, nigga, you can get your ass beat Hell nah, nigga, I ain't givin' out smoke for free It most definitely come with a fee, Nigga know he gotta pay me And my whole damn team, and you know I never tell a lie on God Yeah, this shit lame as f*ck on God, Hell yeah, nigga, I got the strap What you wanna do? Fucking, click, clack Know I push nigga shit way back, Yeah I'm on top And you know I'm never gon' motherfuck stop If a nigga play, then I might pop out Walk around town like I get no fucks What you wanna do? I'm in the V-8 too Yeah, the bitch fast Got like 200 on the damn dash Hell nah, my nigga, I ain't gon' crash play with my crew and we all gon' spaz Yeah, I-T-N, we up in the score play with my crew and we givin' some more Yeah, pussy nigga, I ain't no hoe Pressure exotic, is all that I smoke Flippin' the pack and we makin' it back Yeah my nigga, I got the goddamn strap Hell nah, my nigga, I ain't gon' lack Hell nah, B-Fra never fuckin' slacking Hell nah, pistol motherfuckin', yeah, packin And I'm fuckin' your bitch from the back end Let's go Don't tell me to pop out you sayin' your feelings is mixed with a bitch So don't bring the cops out I'm makin' my move, I'm takin' my shot So don't let me drop out I'm comin' your way, I'm needin' my phone So turn on your hotspot, Yeah lil nigga get shot down Don't tell me to pop out You sayin' your feelings is mixed with a bitch So don't bring the cops out I'm makin' my move, I'm takin' my shot So don't let me drop out I'm comin' your way, I'm needin' my phone So turnin' your hotspot, Yeah lil nigga get shot down
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Written by: TayShaun Price, Brandon Frazier
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