Real Hiphop lyrics

[Intro: Niontay]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah

[Verse 1: Niontay]
He want a what for the what? I see, for surely (Come on)
b*tch knowin' not to hit my mup when it's early
Had ran into a powerhouse, inadvertently
Tell your n*gga go return them jeans back, 'cause it hurt to see
I been steppin' so long, developed plantar fasciitis
She was playin' with that pus*y way back then, now I can buy it
Havin' motion, these n*ggas take the wrong turn, mm, I don't like it
You got your stick, I got my stick, let's see who sh*t really strikin'
You ain't never pulled a K in broad day, my sh*t not for you
Got a lil' bag and seen exactly what that guap do
Shut the f*ck up and mind your business, do a lot for you
Real mob boss, feet up, watchin' the product move
Baby girl ain't got no brain, but she got all thе ass
I'ma make like fifty off the—, and I'm fallin' back
That's all I need, 'causе the rest comin' all from rap
Thirty thousand Percocet in a skull head way across the map

[Verse 2: El Cousteau]
Stop what you doin', you know God don't spare the wicked
The only thing I can do when I make, it's go spend it
On the thirty-eighth floor with some top-notch b*tches
High rollin', high roller, young ass n*gga
When she get home and thinks of me, she starts to play with herself
I don't know what got into me lately, b*tch, but I ain't callin' you back
Hit the road for ninety days, just me and a GORE-TEX jacket
With a flip-phone I got, I'm probably runnin' pros off that
I'm on Collins Ave lookin' for a bad b*tch
Dawg, if a n*gga approach me wrong, he gettin' his ass whipped
Thirty ball, can't be havin' n*ggas, don't play with me
I been puttin' her up on all, all puttin' her up on fly sh*t
[Verse 3: MIKE]
My lil' heart runnin' outta love in this sh*t
I just pick a part, throw the biggest nug in the spliff
I was in the dark 'til I found a plug, got a glimpse
I'm a indie artist, still be throwin' ones in the wind
I was in the car, and you brought a what in the whip?
I ain't finna spark, I'll see the cuz in a bit
We was in the park, and I had the thugs in the VIP
We be spinnin' far, you don't want me come where you live

[Verse 4: Earl Sweatshirt]
Too cold, water runnin' fast
Could crash if we wanted, do the math
The hood pass that they cover come with time
Three-point stance, toe on the line
I ain't jump when they hollered out
Your pulse bump up when I'm around, why is that?
I'm rushin' to different cities on the map
No bullsh*t, I'm speedin' in a Sonic bag
Whole world sick, I'm not a hypochondriac
Twirl and spin, dirty dance, never off axis
Talkin' to the turf, it be talkin' back
You got a bad referral, so you lost your access
Really on call, on demand
Face on the wall, I'm a wanted man
Wait, hold that thought 'less you talking cash
Based on the box score, we won again (b*tch)