Real Nasty lyrics

[Intro]
Ain't that DJ Chose over there? It look like DJ Chose

[Chorus: Trey & Ar'mon]
VV's in the chain dancing
Amiris on my waist, my sh*t real fancy (real fancy)
That Birkin bag make her look classy (classy)
But 100 bands make her real nasty
Pull up, bust it down, we not romanicin' (uh-uh)
She don't use no hands, she be real fancy (yeah yeah)
But a Birkin bag make her look classy (classy)
But 100 bands make her real nasty

[Verse 1: Ar'mon]
I might just fly her where I stay
Press the code go through the gate
I got habits, gotta have designer garments when I lay
Ducking cuffs and dodging bullets, we was running from the jakes
Gucci logo on my collar, only time I'm with a snake
Told my b*tch that she so gorgeous
Hope she don't ignore this
I might cut her off this time
f*ck all nght 'till we exhausted
Put that pus*y in a coffin
f*ck around and press rewind
It ain't no win or lose
And I'm f*cking with my gang, it ain't no pick and choose
Y'all f*ck n*ggas gon' drop the ball 'cause y'all Pikachus
These Carti frames three thousand dollars when I'm peaking through
Watch who you speaking to (yeah yeah)

[Chorus: Trey & Ar'mon]
VV's in the chain dancing
Amiris on my waist, my sh*t real fancy (real fancy)
That Birkin bag make her look classy (classy)
But 100 bands make her real nasty
Pull up, bust it down, we not romanicin' (uh-uh)
She don't use no hands, she be real fancy (yeah yeah)
But a Birkin bag make her look classy (classy)
But 100 bands make her real nasty

[Verse 2: Trey & Ar'mon]
Lambo cost a quarter
Made 'bout three M's for my daughter
Met a b*tch from 'cross the border
If she don't f*ck, I might deport her
I'm the type to pull up with the racks out
f*ck a b*tch until she pass out
Most known to be a singing n*gga but I still reach and pull the Glock out
Tryna tell lil' bro "Need to calm down"
See a whip, cop a whip, that's mine now
Lil' b*tch in the pit, she fanned out
For the show, pay cut bring my man's out
She keep tryna tell me that this Birkin make her classy
I can guarantee this hunnid bands a make her nasty, yeah

[Chorus: Trey & Ar'mon]
VV's in the chain dancing
Amiris on my waist, my sh*t real fancy (real fancy)
That Birkin bag make her look classy (classy)
But 100 bands make her real nasty
Pull up, bust it down, we not romanicin' (uh-uh)
She don't use no hands, she be real fancy (yeah yeah)
But a Birkin bag make her look classy (classy)
But 100 bands make her real nasty
[Bridge: Trey]
She gon' wind up doing what I said so
She know what is with a n*gga from the get go
Lil' baby on my line, might have to buy that b*tch a Metro
Drop it on a dime, I had to give that hoe a medal
(Yeah yeah)
Blue face hinnids on my mind
She addicted to the life and she f*cking with the hype, yeah
Freak b*tch tyna spend the night
Hit the DM, book a flight
She gon' do it for the likes, yeah yeah

[Chorus: Trey & Ar'mon]
VV's in the chain dancing
Amiris on my waist, my sh*t real fancy (real fancy)
That Birkin bag make her look classy (classy)
But 100 bands make her real nasty
Pull up, bust it down, we not romanicin' (uh-uh)
She don't use no hands, she be real fancy (yeah yeah)
But a Birkin bag make her look classy (classy)
But 100 bands make her real nasty