Sniper Girl lyrics

[Intro: Ball Greezy & Syko Bob]
Nicki had me from the beat
Yeah
Syk the snipe
Mmm
Alright, yeah
Ain't gon' lie
I just want a real b*tch (Trust me now)
I just want a real b*tch (Trust me now)
Uh

[Verse 1: Ball Greezy]
Come f*ck with the sniper who got stripes like a tiger (Lord)
Hold on, bae, excuse my rifle (Excuse me, uh)
But check it though, you know the boy really like you (I do)
Come lil' closer bae, I ain't gon' bite you
Even though I'd like to
Eat you like a whole snack (Woo)
Bend it over, eat your whole crack
Let it flow, bae, don't hold back
See, I got rubbers by the whole stack
A street n*gga and you know that
It's time to change the phone number
Let's take a trip for the whole summer
Hit the lot, blow a whole hundred
Yeah, smokin' like a whole onion
That's how I move for a grown woman, ayy
All bullsh*t aside
When that pressure get applied, can I count on you to ride?
If I go to jail, would you slide? Would you f*ck one of mine?
Would you look me in my eyes and tell a lie?
[Chorus: Ball Greezy & Syko Bob]
I need a real b*tch, somebody I can chill with
Talk to on some real sh*t, kick back on some chill sh*t
A b*tch I can make some meals with, uh
You gotta have the real b*tch qualities
You gotta have the real b*tch qualities
You gotta have the real b*tch qualities
If you wanna f*ck with me, uh
You gotta have the real b*tch qualities (I need a real b*tch)
You gotta have the real b*tch qualities (You want Syk the snipe, ho, you gotta be a hundred, man)
You gotta have the real b*tch qualities (Lord)
If you wanna f*ck with me, uh

[Verse 2: Syko Bob]
If you ain't real, you ain't my kind (Uh-uh)
Ain't got no time for no lies
Got my heart broke, so I mutt her
Ooh, treat her right when I f*ck her
I need a real b*tch, suck that pus*y 'til my throat dry
f*ckin' cougars and all, I'm a young n*gga, but my di*k fire
Layin' on my stomach, eat that pus*y like a sniper
Get it wet how I want it, then I slide in that rifle
She got 'em stripes on her ass, I just call her my lil' tiger
She let f*ck her like a sl*t, so you know I'm scared to wife her
I need a real b*tch, give her ass this pill, b*tch
How the f*ck I go to jail? I'm gon' kill her if she ever switch
Held you down, might blow a bag, I go to jail, you on the next di*k
Put your stomach to your ass
I'll get my b*tch snatched
God, send me a real b*tch
Put that pus*y on this [?][2:20]
[?] balls and hang drawers
Uh, Syk be a snipe
Told her friends that di*k good and then hit it like a rifle
[Chorus: Ball Greezy]
I need a real b*tch, somebody I can chill with
Talk to on some real sh*t, kick back on some chill sh*t
A b*tch I can make some meals with, uh
You gotta have the real b*tch qualities
You gotta have the real b*tch qualities
You gotta have the real b*tch qualities
If you wanna f*ck with me, uh
You gotta have the real b*tch qualities
You gotta have the real b*tch qualities
You gotta have the real b*tch qualities
If you wanna f*ck with me, uh