Nah For Real lyrics

Yeah, 1100, 13 and my cousin, man, just f*ck with me real quick, aye

I will not cut this hair until LuTuan get out of jail
I will UFC it, n*gga, like my name Chuck Liddell
I won't UFC it, n*gga, I'm gonna call that n*gga Mel
I just gave you $40 just to check the f*cking mail
Tell me why them people really want to see yo boy in jail
b*tch, my name Big 11, y'all know I don't f*ck with 12
I'll get your hood jumping with a motherf*cking scale
n*gga, go across your head and watch that motherf*cker swell, aye
I was on that 1300 block with a 12 gauge
Soon as young dawg hit the unit, he had 12 fades
Had my b*tch beat your b*tch up, now she got 12 braids
Now I'm the n*gga that used to hit me with the [?]
Ay
b*tch, that's how you finna play it?
They're like 1300 my cousin, they don't know how to say it
You get your noodles and your j*rky, I'll show you how to spread
A n*gga try to play me out, I've been about his head
Or have a vicious-ass dog come and chow your leg
And I just rolled a f*cking log and it went to my head
I always rub this b*tch ass when I jump in the bed
I always hold this b*tch here when she finna give me head
I'll pass your ass a blunt like deydey did Craig
f*ck, I f*cked up, I really mean Smokey
I had to tell my opp today, you ain't gonna never smoke me
My ass tray full of dope and car wash tokens
I don't even want your b*tch, how this b*tch get stolen?
I'm like, come get this b*tch
f*ck you, man, I don't want this b*tch
Aye
Please drop your motherf*cking low
Ain't trying to talk no more
When I look my cousin in his eye, you know it's time to go
I got baby A's and hand things, you know what time I'm on
n*ggas see me rapping on they page
They trying to find a song
I'm usually to the neck, I got this Drake
We on the ride-along
11 hundred, I'm the same n*gga with them diamonds on
I don't f*ck with nobody no more, the type of time I'm on
I don't f*ck with nobody no more, the type of time I'm on