Real Street Gangsta lyrics

[Intro]
Frrt, frrt, frrt-frrt-frrt-frrt, all you hear
Opp boy died on Live, they in the comments like, "n*gga, are you there?"
Know damn well we don't f*ck with you, they like, "n*gga, why are you here?"
Give it up, make sure it's all there
Hit the block, we left 'em all there
Beat a n*gga head in, uh
Beat a n*gga head in, real street gangster, uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
(Four3va)

[Chorus]
Beat a n*gga head in, real street gangster (Uh)
b*tch, we was born to kill, can't no f*ckin' money change us
Plenty b*tches out here, can't no one b*tch make me chase it
If this b*tch say one more thing about my brother, I might face her
Yeah, damn, what the f*ck is goin' on? Huh
Walk in the party, see nothin' but b*tches dancin' to my song
If I see the lil' b*tch lookin', best believe she goin' home
This ain't Instagram, dance on my di*k like you dancin' in them thongs

[Verse 1]
Stop f*ckin' with f*ckboys, pop that pus*y for a real n*gga
Lit on IG and real life, n*gga, come see just how we live, n*gga
Love to drop them shells
If I pull a murder one know, soon, I'm gonna be in hell
Type to send shots at the cops 'cause I ain't goin' back to jail
Frrt, frrt, frrt-frrt-frrt-frrt, all you hear
Opp boy died on Live, they in the comments like, "n*gga, are you there?"
Know damn well we don't f*ck with you, they like, "n*gga, why are you here?"
Give it up, make sure it's all there
Hit the block, we left 'em all there
[Chorus]
Beat a n*gga head in, real street gangster (Uh)
b*tch, we was born to kill, can't no f*ckin' money change us
Plenty b*tches out here, can't no one b*tch make me chase it
If this b*tch say one more thing about my brother, I might face her
Yeah, damn, what the f*ck is goin' on? Huh
Walk in the party, see nothin' but b*tches dancin' to my song
If I see the lil' b*tch lookin', best believe she goin' home
This ain't Instagram, dance on my di*k like you dancin' in them thongs

[Verse 2]
Stop playin', baby, f*ck with a boss n*gga, I'm the man, baby
Spend some chicken on you, after that, I do my chicken dance, baby
b*tch, suck this di*k, we all know you go crazy, you ain't no damn lady
"I need a few hundred to get my hair did," and I'm like, "Damn, baby"
What you tellin' me for? I ain't payin' for it
You worried 'bout the wrong sh*t, need to go pay what you owe to the landlord, huh
Pop a racist in his sh*t, n*gga, I ain't no damn boy
Opp see me, tryna record, n*gga get popped if he drop that cam, boy
Yeah, yeah, one, two
Yeah, we smacked your partner, n*gga, what you gonna do?
She think I don't know she doin' di*k, she must think I'm a f*ckin' fool
Slap this b*tch, hey, where my tool?
Got the same opps, but I got my gun if they come, I don't know 'bout you

[Chorus]
Beat a n*gga head in, real street gangster (Uh)
b*tch, we was born to kill, can't no f*ckin' money change us
Plenty b*tches out here, can't no one b*tch make me chase it
If this b*tch say one more thing about my brother, I might face her
Yeah, damn, what the f*ck is goin' on? Huh
Walk in the party, see nothin' but b*tches dancin' to my song
If I see the lil' b*tch lookin', best believe she goin' home
This ain't Instagram, dance on my di*k like you dancin' in them thongs