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Real Things (Explicit) - A2 Anti
Six foor shut up
Foor shut up
Foor shut up
Nah man ahlie
Never tell a lie
Real n***as do real things real
He soon dead 'cah my n***as wan' kill him spill
Aim straight for his face don't 'til it I will
Lick down two of them man and wheel spin let's go
Only the real gon' feel this true
I rap drill only right that I drill **** of course
Only right that I beat up the pum-pum raw
'Cah her ting got real grip all of that
My yute I got the strongest connections plug it
For things that I will not mention we thuggin'
I just **** I don't show no affection no lovin'
It's like money got my full attention 'tention
I'm straight from the wild wild west from bush
Where I'm from it's red redemption them dead
Free antics he in detention free bro
Ting on my waist like I got an erection
Free bro
I'm know already tulse sides
Hitters you feel me big dotty
I'm on the wing right now fam hella
Real n***as right now
All lookin' at stupid numbers fam
And I just think blud
All the reals in jail and the grave
And it's just hella the fake n***as out
This beef is bad for business
Put it on pause anytime I wan' hit them clap them
Big anti never been miskeen never
A been part of the hitmen a way
My little broski savvily sixteen mad
He wan' aim at necks and hit heads grrah
The gang still bakin'
Big bread yeah
From young been linin' up bisheads trust
Somethin' might get killed akh
If I look like I'm wearin' a hijab astagfirullah
Everbody talkin' 'bout ridin' where
But where have them pussios been at not here
Two man standin' on a ridgeback two
Keep quiet while I'm doin' my hisaab shy
Somethin' like this location click it
We click there and them n***as don't click back of course
They labellin' anti a bad yute big anti
'Cah his lungs got popped like bag juice that's messy
Free 2 free 2 free my brudda
Fingers on his back like a papoose
I was hungry I started to bag food trap food
Brizzy in the yard
That's d**n loot
Also sticks in the yard that's bamboo bamboo
Hit you in your coconut that's cantu slap you
Dig that already I don't need no credit
I was sixteen shellin' it was
Me who fed him
This ***** is bad not Keyshia Cole
She was sent from hell not heaven hmm
This black blade teachin' lessons wind
When I step on the no let's go
Have you ever seen gordan cheffin'
Yo have you ever seen the colour the flesh is yuck
Yuck
Yuck
Yuck
