REALLY WHATS GOIN lyrics

[Intro]
f*ck
f*ck, sh*t, 'kay, sh*t, tray, rack

[Verse]
Zaza zips get off fast, ain't no sittin' on za
Word around town, Fast gang havin' hella Glocks
pus*y b*tch ain't steppin' out with Fast, you gotta hit yo' Glock
Lil' buddy came and ran up him a bag, now it ain't no drought
All that fake poppin' gon' get these n*ggas aired out
In the dead end now, Fast don't lack, got on f*ckin' black
Don't take no shortcuts in our hood, take the long route
Hand his buddy racks to snake him out, now he got long mouth
Buddy caught a kill down bad, we celebrate
Lil' buddy just wanna show me he gon' stuck, he draw down, eat yo' face
We ain't have no f*ckin' money, in the trap we slaved
.40 cal, knock a n*gga down, can't even get up now
She wanna get up with Lil' Fast 'cause they run the town
I gotta show somewhеre up, we gon' pull up, 'tack
Lil' buddy went and bought somе za, he tired of servin' plat
I told him he ain't gon' catch no play, he keep on servin' that
Havin' zaza in the city, can't forget these racks
Havin' real motion, sip on real potion, caught a kill
Got a bone breaker with me, drop down in the battlefield
Fast'll leave a n*gga dead, holes all in his head
pus*y b*tch want tell me that it's smoke, b*tch, I'm finna smoke
I got too much paint to lack, my blick go where I go
Fast gang done turned to somethin' else, I built this sh*t from flo'
Any pus*y boy wanna take my life, pus*y let me know
If they got ups on me, I duck, that don't make me no hoe
If you try to f*ckin' spin, flip yo' fin fin
Put these racks inside the f*ckin' trap, I might invest in ten
You can't lack when it get dark, you better have yo' twin
Told her put them cameras down, I got too many hoes
pus*y act like he want smoke with Fast, just let me know
Off Whites on my feet, n*gga can't afford my f*ckin' feet
We ain't had Wock' in weeks, me and lil' gang finna do a killin' spree
Too much f*ckin' motion
We be happy to do them kills, happy to do them drills
Ran into lil' Fast, Fast ran into the top, villain
Hit that boy in his head, with this blammer, now his top spillin'
I think I got my powers back, last week couldn't rap
Gang where the f*ck the pills? Lil' bruh say "Where the pills?"
I treat this sh*t like any day, I'm really in the field
Anywhere I f*ckin' go, I'm down to catch a kill
How the f*ck you trappin', but still servin' from a old pack?
I might switch the f*ckin' VIN, change yo' car to black
I don't even pop out with my money, today I brought out racks
I ain't even get to pop out with June, wish God could take me back
Lil' bruh say "What them shoes cost?", look like I spent some racks
It was up to you, you had to make a choice, now you chose
Catch you lackin' in the dead end and the glizzy rip yo' clothes
I might punch you in the face with fye, know these n*ggas hoes
[Outro]
f*ck
sh*t