Real One lyrics

Intro]
Trapstastic b*tch
Trapstastic
Trapstastic
Trapstastic
(Stevie Kill The Beat)

Chorus: Hardo]
It take a real one to know a real one
Man you know these streets they always kill one
Remember I was broke right when them deals come
Now I put up money for my little ones
Man I’m out here trapping till the deal come
These streets done made me cold now I feel numb
I ain’t have no bread I had to steal crumbs
It take a real one to know a real one
It take a real one to know a real one
It take a real one to know a real one
It take a real one to know a real one
It take a real one to know a real one

[Verse 1: Hardo]
In the streets on them late nights
Money, murder them street types
Big diamonds I got ice, cops harassing me like I don’t got rights
Play the phone you gone send kites
From the red & blue to them stage lights
In the water wit them great whites
Gonna smoke sum them I take flight
Trapping all through my cell
Got the work off the scale
Big fish ?
Shooter’s so young he can’t spell
Rule #1 when you in these streets & you getting money n*gga don’t tell
Got the work in a hotel, I be catching plays like Odell
? On these n*ggas
Ray Charles on these n*ggas
Playing round wit them sticks, baseball on these n*ggas
I say when he go, I play god to these n*ggas
I just met a Miggo, time to take off on these n*ggas trap
Chorus: Hardo]
It take a real one to know a real one
Man you know these streets they always kill one
Remember I was broke right when them deals come
Now I put up money for my little ones
Man I’m out here trapping till the deal come
These streets done made me cold now I feel numb
I ain’t have no bread I had to steal crumbs
It take a real one to know a real one
It take a real one to know a real one
It take a real one to know a real one
It take a real one to know a real one
It take a real one to know a real one

[Verse 1: Kizzl]
I don’t f*ck wit the so calls
Touchdown ima show off
Big chain, wit the big charm
Diamonds looking like snowballs
In the trap getting blow off
Putting stamps on a dope bag
Hundred joints in the toe bag
I’ma kill em n*gga toe tag
LV on my Shirt, Double G on my hoe bag
More paper than a notepad
Moncler on my coat tag
Young n*gga from the projects I was growing up with no dad
Now I’m sitting in the trap house, got boy & girl n*gga code red
Plug ready time to go grab, Glock .40 case it go bad
Get pulled ima go fed
I’ma trap n*gga like Joe said
Walking all through the trap
Versace All on my back
Them n*ggas know I got the sacc
These b*tches don’t know how to act (huh)
Chorus: Hardo]
It take a real one to know a real one
Man you know these streets they always kill one
Remember I was broke right when them deals come
Now I put up money for my little ones
Man I’m out here trapping till the deal come
These streets done made me cold now I feel numb
I ain’t have no bread I had to steal crumbs
It take a real one to know a real one
It take a real one to know a real one
It take a real one to know a real one
It take a real one to know a real one
It take a real one to know a real one