Real n*gga lyrics

[Intro]
Let's doo thiss, f*ck you talkin bout boyyy
(laugh)
Alright
Don't talk sh*t, talk sh*t get hit
f*ck you talkin' bout

[Verse 1]
Tweaking off the skittles pack
Real n*ggas know that
He tried to run up
Gave him a toe tag
Pussies don't know that
b*tches want to chat
But when I pull up
They ain't on that
Big Glocky on my lap
Just in case a n*gga wanna lack
Hit him in his back
Yeah we smokin' on the Thrax pack
n*gga, if you got a problem let me know
Because I can pull up and let it blow

[Verse 2]
b*tch boy
I ain't f*ckin' playin' run up you get hit
Boy you said, you was gonna shoot but guess what, you ain't do sh*t
That sh*t was a toy (laugh)
Anyways, I ain't f*ckin scared b*tch
Get your new waves
b*tch ass fake ass waves...
[Verse 3]
Run up on us, you get hit with that Glock
n*gga, actin like he got a, flock
Man got hit, on his, own block
Run up on us, we actin, like we from, OBLOCK!
Damn, run up
Get hit
In your face
You was stunned (damn)
(laugh)

[Verse 4]
n*gga lookin like
He is Mario
With your fat ass
Get the f*ck outta here
Fore I shoot you in your throat
Shut the f*ck up
(unintelligible fast rapping)