Banz and roll this
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Was ’bout to buy a ‘Rari, bought a tour bus
And God, I get a Lambo with the doors up
f**ing n***as tell me I don’t work it
I see them n***as every time he hurtin’
Blast a couple haters looking stressed out
You can’t have your hand and your chest out, fam
What you tryin’ to hold, ha, n***a, what?
You can hold these shots, you can hold these nuts
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I got mad missions to accomplish
Runnin’ throw a b**h n***a gauntlet
I can up the style, give me what you got
I ain’t trying to hit like a b**h’s on
Some n***as throw shots, but don’t matter
Cuz when I throw shots bones shatter
Break ’em down x 2, break ’em
I’m the real deal, n***as faking
Moment of silence, I’m about to k** n***as
You’re bitin’ my style, I’m ’bout to bill n***as
Swagger jacking at an all time high
And I ain’t really mad, I ain’t that guy
A fisher with the fish scale, you a tuna
Little n***a, I’m the big bad and a shooter
Violator sent you to hell, oh well you ill
Eleven thow in my pocket that I could throw in a fire
And I won’t feel it cuz, real sh**, all my stacks get higher
On the top pointing higher, on a roll like a casa
Most these n***as vagina, I’m looking in with no fire
Like, damn with these n***as that be so thought
My phone in my hand, nobody still ain’t called my bluff
I got it off grams, these other rappers, not so much
Not so much, the chuck is up, real n***a sh**
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(Outro)
Soon you will need to get in tune with
I got the new album dropping June 5th
Major without a deal, are you ready?
Your boy in the streets real heavy
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I made my name up in these streets like a real n***a
I keep ‘em pistols in my jeep like a real n***a
I make sure all my homies eat like a real n***a
I f** your b**h and go to sleep like a real n***a
Man all my pockets be obese cuz I deal n***a
A couple boxes ain’t no sneaks, just some bills n***a
The way I handle all my beefs, I just k** n***as
If you want hunnit then you love me, I’m a real n***a
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Charging my phone, leave them charges alone
I’m riding foreigns and trucks, my rims are matte or they chrome
Smoke a blunt to the dome, I got some sh** on my head
I turn some n***as to bone, f** ‘em all they are dead
I get mad I see red, living life, getting bread
Gettin’ p**y, f** the opinions of pussies I said
Real n***a on top, free run from the box
Free money you block, teeth white like them sox
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(Verse)
Studio thug, you can’t do what I do
I am really a plug, you just cool in ‘em clubs
Before this rap I had bust, fans watching and sh**
They jaim to be on that roll, he ain’t cooperate sh**
I hold them down with that cash for being real like I knew
Loyalty ain’t no favor n***a, it’s just what we do
Banz-banz and crew, we get wild like a zoo
But all the time, we like chilling f**in’ with hoers by the two
Man it’s nothing, all these b**hes is f**ing
All these n***as is frontin’, I see them they don’t want nothing
I smack, shoot, or snuff ’em
They won’t respect my name
Violence my go to move, I make ’em respect the pain
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(Bridge)
Man all my pockets be obese cuz I deal n***a
A couple boxes ain’t no sneaks, just some bills n***a
The way I handle all my beefs, I just k** n***as
If you want hunnit then you love me, I’m a real n***a
War
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