#REAL lyrics

(Chorus)

She f*ckin with a real one
She f*ckin with a real one
She f*ckin with a real one
She f*ckin with a real one
She f*ckin with a real one
She f*ckin with a real one
She f*ckin with a real one
She f*ckin with a real one

She f*ckin with a real one
pus*y on fire
When you f*ckin with a real one
She know that I'm a real one
Haters gon hate
When they know that you’re real one
She f*ckin with a real one
Rappers gon hate
When you headed towards a million
She f*ckin with a real one
She f*ckin with a real one

(Verse 1)

She f*ckin with a real one
I know she like drugs
So I tell her pop the seal once
Haters I don't feel none
Snitches gon snitch
I just think I might kill one
Rappers I don't fear none
b*tches in my section
I just think I might steal one
But it’s all for that bread
Talk sh*t
It’s off with your head
I'll cut off your leg
Entering I don't see exits
Diamonds on me and my necklace
Money's my fetish
I copped a zone without flexin
Send you and all your woes the message
Uh
Could feast on you rappers all day
I guess it's a rapper buffet
I'm on one today
Keep on talkin that sh*t
Then it's off with your head
Like a f*ckin toupee
Sheesh

Sick of you copycat rappers
I just want pop your cap backwards
Stay in LA
But I stay away from Compton
SKitz Kraven killin it
Best in Wisconsin
True
To me there is no competition
Madison rappers stop b*tchin
My bars are wicked
I am the 608's best
Only one to be killin
Please sign the petition
(Chorus)

She f*ckin with a real one
She f*ckin with a real one
She f*ckin with a real one
She f*ckin with a real one
She f*ckin with a real one
She f*ckin with a real one
She f*ckin with a real one
She f*ckin with a real one
She f*ckin with a real one
pus*y on fire
When you f*ckin with a real one
She know that I'm a real one
Haters gon hate
When they know that you’re real one
She f*ckin with a real one
Rappers gon hate
When you headed towards a million
She f*ckin with a real one
She f*ckin with a real one

(Verse 2)

She know that I'm a real one
Talking 20 grams
pus*y boy you couldn't deal one
Claiming you got real guns
We can go at it
pus*y boy that'd be some real fun
My b*tch she got some real buns
Shake it in my face
I'm about to lick it with my real tongue
Boy you sounding real dumb
Thinking you’re a wrapper
But for real you just some used gum
Computer thug talking I hate
Catch me in traffic today
I'll hook you like bate
While I'm in the lab paving my way
You in the 608 trying to learn how to skate
b*tch
You ain't tryna battle with this
I'm in California
While you working nine to six
You a f*ck boy
Why you always on my di*k
I be meeting up with labels
While you comment on my pics
b*tch
I am so sick of these lames
f*ck boy please stay in your lane
You do not want the pain
I can rain hell on your name
But I keep my mouth shut
Cuz we are not the same
Shame
You is such a stubborn ass kid
I am top shelf
You at the bottom with the mids
You be making songs
But you will never make a hit
You on some broke boy sh*t
b*tch I've always been rich

Why you keep trying to spit
You will not blow
Boy your fan base is sh*t
You try and copy the moves that I make
You can not keep up
That's why you just hate
I feast on rappers
You first on my plate
Thinking your dope
But your pus*y like Kate
I f*ck the girls you be taking on dates
When are you gonna realize
I'm the face of our state
Wisconsin

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She f*ckin with a real one
She f*ckin with a real one
She f*ckin with a real one
She f*ckin with a real one
She f*ckin with a real one
She f*ckin with a real one
She f*ckin with a real one
She f*ckin with a real one