Gucci Mane - Real Gas lyrics

ft. Waka Flocka I'm in a real dooly, my life a real movie Your girlfriend want to change her heart she is a real groupie I'm rocking real diamonds, you rocking real fluid And this is not a water gun, this is a real Uzi I got more motherf**ing money than a preacher, hoe I'm like a million dollars richer than a week ago Got so much j**elry on I look just like a j**elry store If you a bad b**h then why you wearing sneakers for? You say you're balling, what you sitting in the bleachers for? Rolls Royce, a head shot, but my charger is a body blow If you don't s** it right then I guess I gotta teach the hoe I'm smoking swishers not the same sh** Wiz Khalifa blow I'm smoking real gas, spend money real fast Lil' momma say sh** but I wonder if that's a real act I want her real bad, I got a real bag sponsored links I got it on with a long way, I got that real cash I roll with real n***as, I'm talking real k**ers And I suggest you stay in line, we got real bad tempers I'm rocking' real Prada, I'm rocking real Louie These other s**ers out here imposters on the real Gucci This is a onetime' selling weed, mollies, zans Steal from me, I'm k**ing all close friends He smoking dope out of chicken bones and soda cans Clang county, that's gang land, my shooters, they got shooters, man He wanna rob, better change his plans When they run in his house everybody backing out and they shooting, man If you want the pa** him river dell I'm out here send 100 bands On 85, that's real sh**, flex too much and get your dome kicked Can't stand a lame and a broke b**h It ain't hard to tell, n***a, I'm the man Can't f** with soldiers or middle man So I'm a boss n***a, do boss sh** Like a GD, I'm a boss b**h, hanging out the window with a chopstick Got leather gloves with no mask When I hit a leak just to let you know who took your sh** You lame as hell, you a free pick My young n***as, they'll murk your a** for a half a brick Need to rob, that's my free, b**h I'm smoking real gas, spend money real fast Lil' momma say sh** but I wonder if that's a real act I want her real bad, I got a real bag I got it on with a long way, I got that real cash I roll with real n***as, I'm talking real k**ers And I suggest you stay in line, we got real bad tempers I'm rocking' real Prada, I'm rocking real Louie These other s**ers out here imposters on the real Gucci