CFWU lyrics

[Intro: Peezy]
(Da Realest)
Yeah
Realest n*ggas in this sh*t
(What's goin' on, n*gga?)
(Let's do it)

[Verse 1: Peezy]
Two longsleeves in the parking lot, uh (Parking lot)
Or in the coupe with no halter top, yeah (No top missin', n*gga)
I get to it, I don't talk a lot, huh (I don't talk about sh*t)
Million-dollar street n*ggas made it off the block (Made it)
Graduated to a whole one, made it off the rocks (Yeah)
Four and a half O's in the coffee pot (Uh)
Was the first n*ggas with him when the charges dropped (Real talk)
Celebratin' drinkin' Cris' 'cause the charges dropped (Dismissed)
Heard them n*ggas talkin' sh*t, we gon' call 'em out (Yeah)
Got the whole Saks Fifth in my closet now (Yeah)
Baddest b*tch in the strip, I done dogged 'em out (Ask about me)
Brought a ten in this b*tch, I let all this fly (Let it fly, Da Realest)

[Chorus: Peezy]
n*ggas might as well quit, ain't no keepin' up (No keepin' up)
Made a mess in the kitchen, had to clean it up (I had to clean it up)
Brung a foreign to the wash, told 'em beam it up (Beam that b*tch)
You ain't come off our block, you can't eat with us (f*ck nah)
Fifty racks on my wrist, you can't f*ck with us (You can't f*ck with us)
Thirty racks on my neck, you can't f*ck with us (You can't f*ck with us)
Make a mess in this b*tch, you can't f*ck with us (Know what's up, n*gga)
Blew a check in this b*tch, you can't f*ck with us (Yeah)
[Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG]
Ghetto Boyz, we untouchable
I bet a n*gga ain't got hit my b*tch, she unf*ckable
Real ghetto sh*t, turned some Benis down for Lunchables
Takin' pictures with my family, fresh as f*ck like the Huxtables
Half a million worth of jewelry, they can't f*ck with us
Me and P in that drop with 'bout a buck with us
Love my b*tch, but four-nickel my bae, she go to lunch with us
Two zips of white Runtz, it smell like we got a skunk with us (Da Realest)
n*ggas sick they gotta hang the towel up
f*ck a deuce, b*tch, we pourin' whole baby bottles up
Oh, you dropped an X6? That's my baby mama truck
In two months off drinkin' Wock', I f*cked like eighty thou' up, sh*t

[Chorus: Peezy]
n*ggas might as well quit, ain't no keepin' up (No keepin' up)
Made a mess in the kitchen, had to clean it up (I had to clean it up)
Brung a foreign to the wash, told 'em beam it up (Beam that b*tch)
You ain't come off our block, you can't eat with us (f*ck nah)
Fifty racks on my wrist, you can't f*ck with us (You can't f*ck with us)
Thirty racks on my neck, you can't f*ck with us (You can't f*ck with us)
Make a mess in this b*tch, you can't f*ck with us (Know what's up, n*gga)
Blew a check in this b*tch, you can't f*ck with us (Yeah)

[Verse 3: RMC Mike]
20K on my wrist, they can't f*ck with us (Not all)
The way girly suck my di*k feel like a suction cup (Damn)
You can't get this Gucci shirt, this a one of one
Me and your b*tch high off Percs havin' ones-on-ones (No cap)
n*gga, f*ck a backend, I need it up front (Right now)
I just dropped another opp, now we up one (Bah)
Freaky fat n*gga always tryna f*ck somethin' (It's true)
What I spent on codeine? 'Bout a hundred plus (Damn, Da Realest)
Shout out P, he put some real n*ggas in the game (Ghetto Boyz)
Ridin' foreign, countin' thirty while I'm switchin' lanes (No cap)
n*ggas don't know how to keep it real, we in a different game (I swear)
Ever since I locked in at the booth, I seen a vivid change (b*tch, Da Realest)