Hey mothafucka I’m real as shit Aw yeah I’m back in this bitch Everything I’m talkin bout real as, real as shit And you you don’t gotta like it but get off my dick And you you don’t gotta like it but get off my, off my Everything I’m talkin bout real as shit Why

She only gets stoned when you you ain't home And I I know bro code and I I ain't breakin' it But bro, you got got yourself a situation, bro You You better get your girl home, boy You You better take yourself home, boy You You better tell her you you love her, you need her 'Cause if

And there go you you How much for your soul and uh Selling me dreams and telling me things you you knew You You got got what I I want I I got what you you need I I hate rich niggas goddammit Cause I I ain't never had a lot dammit Know you you felt the shit just now

If you you wanna roll with me Roll, you know I I wanna roll, you know I I wanna roll Roll, you know I I gotta roll, you know I I gotta roll Switch up your lingo I I don't see no competition You You didn't win the lottery So you you better ask permission See you you whistle out

This is what will be This is what will be (This is what will be) I I got a coin in your palm I I can make it disappear I I got a card up my sleeve Name it and I'll pull it out your ear I I got a rabbit in the hat If you you wanna come and see I I got shackles on my

You can take off all that designer It's that Lamborghini love Tequila kisses I I get it 'cause I I got it That Fendi shit don't matter That Chanel shit don't matter And I I love when you you take it off When you you take it off, take it off

You with your switchblade posse I'll get my guns from the south We'll take to the yard like a cock fight For kicks, who's struttin' now? Huff men don't take no nonsense He's here to rectify He's got got his black belt buckle And the red mans fire in his eyes

I'm on everything Syrup, painkillers, cigarette, weed, Hennessy, vodka All these little young kids ain't got got no direction Shit, these lil' kids is on everything I'm on syrup painkillers, cigarette, weed Sober don't interest me Bout to sip the liquor like

You're coming back! You've been gone much longer than you you Ever said you you had the plan to I'm just gonna wait 'till you you come home Though I I count the days, they're grey without you you The weather's much better when I I think about you you I'm just gonna wait till

You don't ever let me down You You got got those cigarettes and cush No more cush I'm sorry that I'm late And I I missed your call But you you know night turn into day I I didn't stop to pause I I know I I never see your face But I'ma fix all my mistakes