Turnt In Real Life lyrics

[Intro: Rio Da Yung OG]
(It's a Wayne beat)
Ghetto Boyz sh*t
(f*ck the fire, we got grease)

[Verse 1: Rio Da Yung OG]
You will not see me in no f*ckin' car if it ain't supercharged
We dropped on them, they ain't drop back, they tried to shoot a star
Lil Tae learnin' how to shoot inside movin' cars
I just want the dog sh*t, I don't care who the hardest
I'm just bein' honest
Turnt in real life, I might pop out with a million dollars
I ain't even tryna show it, I'll spend this sh*t
They hit his block two times, they finna bend again
Got a f*ckin' fishin' rod, finna reel him in
I don't want no Trackhawk, I finna get a Benz
This b*tch got a V12, they want two hundred bands
I'll pull up to my granny house and do my cousin in
We in a million dollar house, you gotta buzz 'еm in
I would never argue 'bout thе price of drank, it's just a couple bands
I'ma die from old age or with a gun in hand
Them n*ggas slid down with an old K, he did the runnin' man
Wayne, punch me in
Pat a n*gga back before I touch his head
I'm only runnin' on these beats, not my f*ckin' legs
f*ck around and wet his sh*t, he had a bucket head
I'm chillin' with a b*tch from Zone 6, but we in Buckhead
I need to do another song, wasn't enough said
I got one million on me right now, where the f*ck it said?
Stop lookin' at my crazy 'fore I bust your head
I said this sh*t once, I won't repeat what I f*ckin' said
Now I'm all down in Repeat tryna spend some bands
Pat Moon just pulled up, I gave him ten bands
For a pair of Timberlands, it's a f*ckin' pass
Like how the f*ck I get sixty months? I had a f*ckin' gram
Real water on my neck, why would I tuck it in?
I heard you had some real pints of Wock', why you ain't cut me in?
[Verse 2: VonOff1700]
If I can't bring my gun with me, I ain't comin' in
Uh, we just dropped a hundred shots, we finna come again
I ain't on that hot sh*t today, I'm with my other friends
I'm finna spent three-fifty in Amiri, I'm a hundred in
I'm finna go buy fifty pints, they got a hundred in
And Rio say he want the rest, make it a hundred then
We finna count a million on our hands, go get some rubber bands
You say you like the way I rap, let me f*ck you then
Uh, I will never dap you up, n*gga, f*ck your hand
Uh, I won't do a song with you, n*gga, f*ck your fans
I'll rob a n*gga off an Addy, n*gga, f*ck them Xans
They hit the lights, you stomp the gas, n*gga, f*ck that trans
I really hate my f*ckin' opps, you just don't understand
I'm twenty-one with a kit that cost a hundred grand
You can come up in the trap, but your homie banned
One Draco cannot stop a bus, but a hundred can
If I let a n*gga take my life, I'ma haunt the man
I just f*cked a b*tch from down south, she wanna hunch again (Uh)
Swung on me and died, he won't throw another punch again
Go to school and then leave soon as the lunch is in
I think his body fell out, go check the trunk again
You say you got your gun, why the f*ck you runnin' then?
My b*tch bad and she ballin' like Juwanna Mann
They thought I ran out of bullets, I started dumpin' with my other hand, n*gga