REAL FRIENDS lyrics

[Intro: Quelly Woo]
Wait, wait, like
Look, whole lotta–, whole lotta Woo
(Yo-Yo, Meen, play that sh*t)

[Chorus: Quelly Woo]
I can't die, I can't get put in a song
I can't die, I can't get put in the spliff
Wherever my gun at where I belong
I feel at home when I'm totin' the grip
I feel at home when I'm totin' the knock
How much it hold? n*gga, a lot
How much you gon' throw? n*gga, a lot, like
Ben-Bend that block, make it hot
Up in KB wit' KR and Jah
Feds on his body, I'm totin' that heater, like
Dare a n*gga move wock
f*ck a pharmacy, you gon' need Jesus
30 bustin', please don't keep me
Jah Woo loosescrew, get back easy
Mentality Mamba, R.I.P. Gigi
Focused up when we bеnd that strip

[Verse 1: Quelly Woo]
Feel like Kobe when I'm on a hit
n*ggas snakеs, I could hear the hiss
Bad b*tch on FT blowin' me kisses, like
Come and get this di*k
TP, don't trip
Too many Percs, gotta chill wit' that sh*t
Too many tans, don't know what to–
Too many tans, don't know what to use
Why you spoke on me? Never spoke on you
When I see you, knock you out yo' shoes
I ain't Rocky, so I brought the tool, like
I don't got nothin' to lose
On my grind like Elijah Houston
No 4th of July, we gon' boom it, like
M4 diggin', zoomin'
Up them rakes, watch how fast we–
[Verse 2: Jah Woo]
And I do this for Pop, no, that sh*t never stop
If he talkin' on 'Dott, leave him flat in a lot
(Ain't no plottin' on me, keep a G every spot
Bro got heavy artillery like he in the SWAT)
Bullets got sting like a thot givin' shots
If it ain't 'bout the guap, why you hittin' my line?
These b*tches be losers, a waste of my time
Get in my bag, I might pour me a line
If you can't do the time, why you doin' the crime?
No, I ain't Shaq but I'm back on my grind
I been on my doley, I knew I be fine
Avoidin' the hate, and the fake, and the lies
I cannot die and get put in a track
I cannot die and get put in a blunt
I-I cannot lack, keep a G for a chump
Send shots, hollows make you jump
No sanitation, I pull up and dump

[Verse 3: Quelly Woo]
Shorty a baba, she pull up and rump
Car-Carry the G like a newborn
I feel like Giannis, don't get boomed on
Matter fact, carry the G like it's glued on
The opps pus*y, soft like futon
Jah Woo gon' blast like Neutron
Tan in my pants, hard to get my groove on
[Verse 4: Jah Woo]
Kee-Keep me a stick like I'm Harry
Too many baddies, could never get married
Opps pus*y, run faster than Barry
Ballin' on court, shoot from three, no Ray Allen

[Verse 5: Quelly Woo]
Smokin' Lu, I be high like Aladdin
I got the gear for the war, what's crackin'?
In the deep end wit' the Kraken
I be on defense and I'm attackin'

[Chorus: Quelly Woo]
I-I can't die, I can't get put in a song
I can't die, I can't get put in the spliff
Wherever my gun at where I belong
I feel at home when I'm totin' the grip
I feel at home when I'm totin' the knock
How much it hold? n*gga, a lot
How much you gon' throw? n*gga, a lot, like
Ben-Bend that block, make it hot
Up in KB wit' KR and Jah
Feds on his body, I'm totin' that heater, like
Dare a n*gga move wock
f*ck a pharmacy, you gon' need Jesus
30 bustin', please don't kill me
Jah Woo loosescrew, get back easy
Mentality Mamba, R.I.P. Gigi
Focused up when we bend that strip