Patrick Antonian - What Real Thugs Talk About lyrics

Double down with the fitness about my business ugh Some say it’s a sickness it’s gettin vicious huh When I think about riches focus my lense and hit it over the fence Someone call the forensics. Ugh I’ll kill the witness plus making dollars and true sense by writing a sentence Bro Vocab chemist roll out benses murder a mic live ugh Perform throw down senseless ho Blow out engines ugh The top gun smoking weed till the cops come and Still get a lot donе it’s Pat pretty Tony that’s a hot one Mack tens with rigatoni shеlls and a shot gun A true real one, you are not one I eat a tunaroll chillin atcha funeral With the blood still stuck under my cuticles You a backseat athlete I’m Kobe with shot Metaphorically pack heat it’s that deep When the party goes down, Ima Air It out If your man try to flex Ima wear him out If your b*tch give me the ass, Ima wear her out This is real sh*t, real thugs talk about Yo I shine like oily skin If you ever front on the God im going straight for the limbs Like bean and them to to R kim Loose your kufi, your man will wheel you around with no limbs Knocking out Doctors in the ER My man came in the line fu*king with you and Soldier in C-yard Word life, jail house, Rubber grip ice pics You know the fat candy canes the bangers is that thick So pass the stick smoke in the air she was a bad b*tch But ended up being a catfish Love at first sight for the clothing at Saks fifth established Said she prayed but acted sac-religious Only after the riches can't trust half of these b*tches If not a hundred I’m still pimping on something With a thick one vanilla sintrinelle smokin joints w/ White Zinfandel Like a kingpin that got bricks for sale When the party goes down, Ima Air It out If your man try to flex Ima wear him out If your b*tch give me the ass, Ima wear her out This is real sh*t, real thugs talk about The rocks in my watch, every year I change the stones Around the same time when they change the phones Big collar furs, spitting out Asty, twin Bugattis that names April and Ashanty Swiss accounts police paid guarding the cribbo Everything liquid the feds think we're dead broke Where they houses at? where they cars at They can't link us to the fountain thats pouring cash Naw, if I could slow the speed of time down, bullets will float through mid air Hit the ground. I make the killers run the other way in wise town There for wise to still be alive to blow it down Air it out. Wear Them out This is real sh*t. Real thugs talk about