Tay 600 - Real sh** lyrics

[Verse 1] Look I was raised in the heart of the jungle Any n***a try to pull my card we goin' rumble .45 get to ripping parts till he crumble Hating a** n***as try to make me fall, I ain't stumble Choppa shells make a big tall n***a tumble My money talk, y'all sh** just mumble Remember Coach told me get the ball, I ain't fumble And I still answer when he call cause I'm humble He talking beef sh**, boy we got guns too Duck and slide through, get to blowing out the sunroof Put the beam on him, where the f** he gonna run to We got Macs, Semis, we got drums too Posted up Smith and Wesson, you can come through Send a couple young bulls, to go hunt you And they coming quick fast n***a one, two You the type to sneak diss over sh** I'm the youngin with the gun play from the six Broke a** n***a, y'all boys need a fix Pa** that Mac to A.B.E, call that a a**ist Hollow tips get to coming fast like a pitch Bunch of wild n***as on your a** like a b**h See a opp lacking catch his a** with a b**h Now his a** laying in the gra** or a ditch Jewelry on me, got these b**hes wanna cuff me FN on me, dare a n***a try to touch me Twitter woofing like the p**y n***a want beef, slide up on him Now we up 3, that's what I call a real war n***a Got them sticks with us, all up on tour n***a I'll leave yo a** wet like a shore, we them k**ers Where you sleep, where your door n***a [Verse 2] n***as rapping about streets but ain't in it Ask about us LA gang, b**h we winning Running round in stolen whips, and they tinted Run into them at the light, now he finished Boy a b**h gave me top, think she pretty Flood the block up, make him flip like a gymnast Got some n***as whip it, roll like a chemist Run around just him get him, pull him aganist it I can never show a n***a mercy If I slide through again, I'm goin' do you dirty Heard the n***a talkin, like he goin' hurt me Put shots up in him, right out the 30 All up in his back, they calling him Curry Paramedics pick him up in a hurry, say what you goin' do I don't got no worries, if a n***a try to play he get buried [Verse 3] Coming where I'm from, it's hella homicides If you run up on me, let the ruger ride A lot of n***as they be haters in disguise I can see it, I just look up in they eyes p**y talking sh** like, I'm gone let it slide Choppas sic up on him, no they sleeping on him If I got it on me put the feet up on him Leaking in the street then put them sheet up on him 40 clips up on him, 30 sticks up on him I thought yo a** wasn't lacking, how they get up on you Talking like you bout it, better keep it on you n***as get to clapping now they creeping on you n***as think they Cappin, Cap don't even know you