CFWU

[Intro: Peezy]
(Da Realest)
Yeah
Realest niggas in this shit
(What's goin' on, nigga?)
(Let's do it)

[Verse 1: Peezy]
Two longsleeves in the parking lot, uh (Parking lot)
Or in the coupe with no halter top, yeah (No top missin', nigga)
I get to it, I don't talk a lot, huh (I don't talk about shit)
Million-dollar street niggas made it off the block (Made it)
Graduated to a whole one, made it off the rocks (Yeah)
Four and a half O's in the coffee pot (Uh)
Was the first niggas with him when the charges dropped (Real talk)
Celebratin' drinkin' Cris' 'cause the charges dropped (Dismissed)
Heard them niggas talkin' shit, we gon' call 'em out (Yeah)
Got the whole Saks Fifth in my closet now (Yeah)
Baddest bitch in the strip, I done dogged 'em out (Ask about me)
Brought a ten in this bitch, I let all this fly (Let it fly, Da Realest)

[Chorus: Peezy]
Niggas might as well quit, ain't no keepin' up (No keepin' up)
Made a mess in the kitchen, had to clean it up (I had to clean it up)
Brung a foreign to the wash, told 'em beam it up (Beam that bitch)
You ain't come off our block, you can't eat with us (Fuck nah)
Fifty racks on my wrist, you can't fuck with us (You can't fuck with us)
Thirty racks on my neck, you can't fuck with us (You can't fuck with us)
Make a mess in this bitch, you can't fuck with us (Know what's up, nigga)
Blew a check in this bitch, you can't fuck with us (Yeah)

[Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG]
Ghetto Boyz, we untouchable
I bet a nigga ain't got hit my bitch, she unfuckable
Real ghetto shit, turned some Benis down for Lunchables
Takin' pictures with my family, fresh as fuck like the Huxtables
Half a million worth of jewelry, they can't fuck with us
Me and P in that drop with 'bout a buck with us
Love my bitch, but four-nickel my bae, she go to lunch with us
Two zips of white Runtz, it smell like we got a skunk with us (Da Realest)
Niggas sick they gotta hang the towel up
Fuck a deuce, bitch, we pourin' whole baby bottles up
Oh, you dropped an X6? That's my baby mama truck
In two months off drinkin' Wock', I fucked like eighty thou' up, shit

[Chorus: Peezy]
Niggas might as well quit, ain't no keepin' up (No keepin' up)
Made a mess in the kitchen, had to clean it up (I had to clean it up)
Brung a foreign to the wash, told 'em beam it up (Beam that bitch)
You ain't come off our block, you can't eat with us (Fuck nah)
Fifty racks on my wrist, you can't fuck with us (You can't fuck with us)
Thirty racks on my neck, you can't fuck with us (You can't fuck with us)
Make a mess in this bitch, you can't fuck with us (Know what's up, nigga)
Blew a check in this bitch, you can't fuck with us (Yeah)

[Verse 3: RMC Mike]
20K on my wrist, they can't fuck with us (Not all)
The way girly suck my dick feel like a suction cup (Damn)
You can't get this Gucci shirt, this a one of one
Me and your bitch high off Percs havin' ones-on-ones (No cap)
Nigga, fuck a backend, I need it up front (Right now)
I just dropped another opp, now we up one (Bah)
Freaky fat nigga always tryna fuck somethin' (It's true)
What I spent on codeine? 'Bout a hundred plus (Damn, Da Realest)
Shout out P, he put some real niggas in the game (Ghetto Boyz)
Ridin' foreign, countin' thirty while I'm switchin' lanes (No cap)
Niggas don't know how to keep it real, we in a different game (I swear)
Ever since I locked in at the booth, I seen a vivid change (Bitch, Da Realest)