Yung Joey - Real n***as lyrics

[Hook: Fly-Ty] Real n***as I f** with 'em, fake n***as my guns get 'em My brother gone, I don't trust n***as Shooter with me, that young n***a So what n***a, I call shots Say it's beef, then I'm on your block I'm talking broad day, around four o' clock Call the cops, the Squad late Go hard, I don't care if I slip up and hit the wrong person I don't care, them shells bumping You can't take the heat k** mine, you better pray to god your a** live through the whole week [Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame] Real n***as, I f** with 'em You a lame n***a, can't f** with 'em You came with them, better fight with them When I shoot at y'all, you better duck with 'em I'm a Squad n***a, so my chain icy Car new, and my gun big b**h fat with a fake a** Some fake titties, but she bad as sh** Country n***a, diamond teeth Country n***a, big rims Country n***a, old car with no top I'm a hood star Country n***a, diamond teeth Country n***a, big rims Country n***a, old car with no top I'm a hood star [Hook] [Verse 2: Yung Joey] Real n***a, I f** with 'em Fake f** from around here f** n***a, don't f** around f** around and get found here F.L. shoot chopper shells, leave you gooey like pasta shells Look 'em in the eyes, wanna see the same look that my partner had when my partner fell I'm on one, I got two with me Swaying me, I don't need a crew with me Me and Fly Ty in the same whip, busting at n***as with the same clip Lame sh**, don't condone it f** sh**, I be on it Bloody murder to my enemies, and I slap the sh** out of opponents So high, I got jet lag Four-five, and my b**h bad Kick back like Jet Li If I lick a shot, you get whip-lashed I'm still drunk from last night, can't remember sh** Asked little mama what's on her mind, all she remembered is dick [Hook] [Verse 3: Fred The Godson] Real n***as, I f** with 'em Hoes spar, Rosa Park Meaning these the n***as I'mma bus with Beef ain't done, who you getting tough with? Plus we play with them choppers, you may try to stop us One shot go blocka', on the block got me packa I can hit 'em on sight, I can hit 'em one night, I can hit 'em two nights Silencers screw type, know what my crew like Big bananas on the hammer, turn into a food fight Fred ? , viva clique Got a couple shooters from Puerto Rico But we gotta move it and defend the streets though They say that I'm the best in the industry, go [Hook]