My Real Dawgs lyrics

[Intro: 21 Lil Harold]
Wake up, H-Dawg
Wake up
Wake up, H-Dawg
Yeah
Wake up
Keep your circle tight (Uh-huh)
Never turn on your brother for the next, never shine on your brother for the next
Y'all shine together, that's loyalty
You got it, the next man got it
You hit, your partner hit
Wanna make a family after the curse
21
Uh-huh (Real friend)
(My real dog)
Uh-huh (Real n*gga, a real one)

[Verse 1: 21 Lil Harold]
You see Nudy, you see Savage, yeah, that's gang, gang (21)
Free my main man Bratt out the chain gang (Yeah, 21)
Benz coupe got three letters on it (Three letters on it, AMG)
Flexin' my ass, got this money on me (Stack it, b*tch)
I did good today, I bust a n*gga in they sh*t
Yeah, trigger finger crazy, every time I squeeze, I glitt
I slide with two Glocks for you sissy-ass n*ggas
Keep it ghost on who shot for you police-ass b*tches
You throw rocks, I throw bullets
Draco dirty, it's a fully
I wipe my hands with all this pus*y sh*t and keep my distance, n*gga
Some of these n*ggas be actin' like hoes sometimes (Hoes sometimes, hoes sometimes)
I just be kickin' back, watchin' n*ggas whine (Cryin'-ass b*tch)
[Interlude: 21 Lil Harold]
And you know how, like, n*ggas just sit there, think they entitled to some sh*t
Some sh*t that you earned off your blood, sweat, and tears

[Verse 2: 21 Lil Harold]
I can't go for nothin' goofy, n*gga grinded for this sh*t
I'm a grown-ass man, I can't depend on no b*tch
They say that 'Lac cost two hundred (For you racin'-ass n*ggas)
Hit the trap and do numbers (For my ex-drug dealers)
You an opp, I'ma— pew
I see cops, I'ma— shh (Yeah, quiet)

[Bridge: Young Nudy]
Uh-huh
Uh-huh (Zone 6, n*gga)
Uh-huh (Paradise)
Uh-huh (Slime, yeah)

[Verse 3: Young Nudy]
Yes, sir, Slimeball, I'm so Zone 6
Damn, I can smell a pus*y n*gga, man, I love a lick
Heard he got a hundred on his head, let that chopper spit
Go back to the hood and kick it with me and my partner, n*gga
Know Osama was my favorite f*ckin' chopper, n*gga
Put that sh*t on Big God, man, it popped a lot of n*ggas
Man, I love when a n*gga play hard, give me a reason to drop a n*gga
Drop that n*gga
Stop that n*gga (Yeah)
pus*y n*gga
Get your funds up and get your guns up (Get your guns up)
Better not ride with it, boy, you'll b*tch it up (You'll b*tch it up)
Better duck, n*gga, gang pullin' up (Gang pullin' up)
Big 4L, b*tch, you know we f*cked it up (You know we f*cked it up)
Terrorize the city, who gon' f*ck with us? (Who gon' f*ck with us?)
Lot of money in it, you can't f*ck with us (You can't f*ck with us)
[Outro: Young Nudy & 21 Lil Harold]
Haha (Yeah)
Ha (Yeah)
Lot of money in this sh*t, b*tch (Yeah, n*gga)
Yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Lot of money in it, you can't f*ck with us
I was on some sh*t like, right
If everybody rappin', who gon' shoot?
You know what I'm sayin'?
This n*gga crazy
You know what I'm sayin'? So, so—
So I tried it at first 'til he was just like, "Bruh, they f*ckin' with you, rap, bruh, like, rap"
And you was like, "I like shootin' better"
(The f*ck you mean you don't know DJ Marc B?)