Really Him 2 lyrics

[Verse 1: Kenny Muney]
Yeah, I don't know nothin' but straps and profit
My life crystal clear, no foggy
Everybody know I came up off broccoli
Ain't no cap, y'all keep the toppings
I just want racks and my neck to be soggy, yeah
Young n*gga neck real wet
Where the real blue check? Most rap n*ggas flodgin'
I don't know, baby, my n*ggas 'nem robbin'
Move like Italians, I grew up young mobbin'
I just be chillin', but soon as you play with me, young n*ggas comin' all black like some Sharpies
I am not liked, them hoes need security
Yeah, I was solo when they tried to pop me
Hmm, but when it be my turn, you know them gangster-ass pictures they paintеd, I'm croppin' it, b*tch-ass n*gga

[Verse 2: CEO Jizzle]
I'm a suspect, never victim, ain't no thinkin' twicе
And if you think twice and don't think right, then you might lose your life
Always been a gangster since a jit, b*tch, I been totin' pipes
Put the gun down and get them hands, b*tch, I was taught to fight
Yeah, but I ain't really on jackin' sh*t
If you know, you know, Big CEO straight on some trappin' sh*t
Before I ever made a song, was really on some wrappin' sh*t
Ain't talkin' 'bout no lyrics, if you know, you know, I'm clappin' sh*t
Yeah, and I can get a n*gga stepped on
Walked down on my man and faced his ass, they said, "You dead wrong"
You shouldn't've said what you said, that sh*t you said in that song
You already had a fish fry, you need a tombstone
Now your mama cryin' on the daily 'cause I took her baby
Missin' your old lady, n*gga play, Big CEO go crazy
You should've stayed up on the porch or took your ho ass to the Navy
But you crossed the line, so I left your ho ass up on the pavement
And I ain't braggin' on no bodies, b*tch, these really facts
Walked a man down, he tried to run, I hit him in his back (Ricky)
Any n*gga wanna go to war, b*tch, let's go rack for rack
And if I ever took a pole from you, you won't get it back
[Verse 3: Kenny Muney]
These n*ggas won't go rack for rack
Ayy, Muney got too much of that
On God, I'd still be up like this
If I didn't rap, I'd touch them packs
Go pack for pack, I bet you won't
Ayy, 'round my way, my sh*t New Jack
Go diamond for diamond, you sure won't last
This sh*t on my neck cost a new Maybach
Go strap for strap, hell nah, don't do it
This chop got a switch and it got a few mags
My Glock got a piece on the back make it fast
My finger keep itchin' like he got a rash
Young P, that's my brother, for him, I'ma suit up
Ayy, play with Big Mac, gon' have me on your ass
When me and Lil Dude on a mission, it's on
Y'all better be lucky I'm gettin' a rap bag, b*tch

[Verse 4: CEO Jizzle]
'Cause I'm a gangster and I don't owe a n*gga sh*t
I got .223s, AR-15s, my Glizzock got a switch
I got AUGs and F&Ns and I got
I'ma teach your ass a lesson, I'ma take your ass to school 'cause I'm the truth
n*gga know what's up, steppin' on sh*t like some boots
Walk up in the club, ho, we ain't deep, b*tch, I'm with two
I trust him with my life, 'cause, b*tch, I know what he gon' do
I got TweakMode in the booth, can't say too much 'cause he the truth (On God, on gang)
Yeah, b*tch, you know TweakMode, he a gangster
n*gga play with him, baow, baow, Tweak spanked him
[Outro: CEO Jizzle]
Haha
I ain't gon' say too much on that, though
n*ggas know what's up, ayy, ayy
That's the G.O.A.T.
f*ck you talkin' 'bout, n*gga?