Real Dallas lyrics

[Intro]
(Damn, FINNGOTIT)
Ah, ah, ah, come on, come on, come on (Grrt, grrt)
It sound like y'all should run (Come on, ayy, let this sh*t, go, n*gga)
Ayy, turn me up, n*gga
Ayy, f*ck the opps, FTO, n*gga (For real)
Ayy, OTSSGE (Alright)

[Chorus]
n*gga, I'm up, bro, if it's somethin' for less than a ball, youngin say he'll kill for an onion (Youngin say he'll kill for a onion)
It's been a minute since I had to risk my craft, tell them b*tch-ass pigs, "Free Monkey" (Tell them b*tch-ass pigs, "Free Monkey")
We come through blowin', everybody out there targets, shoot whoever up in the function (Grrt)
Bro tryna harder than a b*tch, pulled up to this ho on a Monday, get left on a Sunday (Get left on a Sunday)

[Verse 1]
That ho was tweakin', I take me a switch 'way to Germany and probably bump heads with a Russian (I'd probably bump hеads with a Russian)
My b*tch dropped the bomb, on bro, n*gga, f*ck you and wait, p*ss me off, I'll comе drop another (I'll come drop another)
S7100 in this b*tch, who they signed 'em all and they b*tch-ass wasn't on nothin' (And they b*tch-ass wasn't on nothin')
Five of them safety's, jumped out with sheistys, them switches, them b*tch-ass n*ggas kept runnin' (Them b*tch-ass n*gga kept runnin')
BLG Band, that's a washed-up rapper (He a b*tch)
Made a post, last twenty-four hours was duckin' (Twenty-four hours was duckin')
Find somethin' safer to do or go play with your ho, I'm a dangerous young n*gga with money (I'm a dangerous young n*gga with money)
Drac', Drac' still lurkin', strapped down with a grown man gun, leave a little-ass kid three hundred (Leave a little-ass-kid three hundred)
Your man get nothin', this sh*t off of playin; with bricks, n*gga, I ain't never f*cked with no junkies (I ain't never f*cked with no junkies)
These b*tches goin' just off my name, my merch and it's different when she out here livin' (It's different when she out here livin')
I could f*ck all of my exes if I want, but I don't 'cause my b*tch got an ass, wanna build it (b*tch got an ass, wanna build it)
Chop all my opps in the wind, catch a n*gga on this side of town, drop somethin', on business (Drop somethin', business, brrt)
Can't f*ck with a broke-ass, opp n*ggas safe 'cause I'm rich and I'm certified, I'll stand in the middle (I'll send straight fire)
This 323 came with a big-ass mush, tryna smoke one of these cap-ass n*ggas (Smoke one of these cap-ass n*ggas)
All about me, got bird face and throw it away (Come on), I'm not one of these rat-ass n*ggas. I'm not one of these rappin'-ass n*ggas
Somethin' got left in the East, jumped out on feet, that's another f*ckin' hat in the vehicle (That's another f*ckin' hat in the vehicle)
It's two deep, me and 6 up in 'round OT with a switch and leave that in a Sprinter (Bah, bah, bah, bah)
[Chorus]
n*gga, I'm up, bro, if it's somethin' for less than a ball, youngin say he'll kill for an onion (Youngin say he'll kill for a onion)
It's been a minute since I had to risk my craft, tell them b*tch-ass pigs, "Free Monkey" (Tell them b*tch-ass pigs, "Free Monkey")
We come through blowin', everybody out there targets (Come on), shoot whoever up in the function (Grrt, grrt)
Bro tryna harder than a b*tch, pulled up to this ho on a Monday, get left on a Sunday

[Verse 2]
Them n*ggas hurtin', he up with a little ass roll and that G can't f*ck with me or nothin' (n*gga, f*ck that G)
And since the FG, n*gga keep dissin', tell him, "GG," n*gga, get back for his brother (Get back for your brother, b*tch)
I'll probably pop out in Gucci with Off-White 1s with the GG's leanin' over my buckles
n*gga, free D (Come on, come on), I been torturin' sh*t through the 10, we the youngest cold killers with buttons (Grrt, grrt)

[Outro]
Uh, come on (n*gga, free my brother, n*gga, f*ck the opps, n*gga)
Yeah, come on
And act like y'all don't know who it is (Y'all ain't gon' like this)
Y'all be duckin' and sh*t
I saw your b*tch-ass in the mall, you wasn't on nothin'
n*gga, your brother dead, why the f*ck you ain't cuff him (Don't play with me)
On bro, uh, come on, uh, uh
Keeve'll rob your b*tch-ass
You don't wan' do nothin' with me
That other rappin'-ass n*gga you called chicken
Get it 'fore you go sprung, where I'm at
Uh, uh, n*gga, f*ck the opps, n*gga, you with them n*ggas, gon' die with them
That rat-ass n*gga, haha, dead-ass, f*ck the opps, not f*ckin' with him
Haha, f*ck all this sh*t, I'm still havin', y'all don't have any drip
Grrt, uh, free my brother