Iz U Really

[Intro]
If you a broke nigga I get offended
Say that you with it, my nigga we with it

[Hook]
Like Master P, money no limit
If you a broke nigga I get offended
I put the tool in your mouth like a dentist
If you ain't havin' run up, you a ticket
Got workers in the bando whippin’ the kitchen
Whatever you with then my nigga we with it
Fuck a Honda, nigga I want a Bentley
I just hit the plug for ten bags of midget
Is you really the plug?
Is you really getting drugs?
Is you really showing love?
Is you really makin’ yo chopper bust?
Is you really gettin’ money?
Is you really kickin’ doors?
Do you really whip a bowl?
I think you tryna save your soul

[Verse 1]
If you a broke nigga I get offended
Water whippin’ in the kitchen, no chemist
Bust a nigga like a swisher or philly
Foreign coupe, got my trunk by the engine
Run up on ‘em, beat a nigga like tennis
Bullets got him skipping like he a cricket
Banana clips so he knows I’ma peel him
Hundred band jugg, I gotta kill him
Skippa Da Flippa, I’m having
Domingo pull up in the Aston
No Kutcher, got knives like a butcher
Put the chopper to your mama and sister
We extorting you niggas whenever we pull up
Bill Nye in the kitchen, I cook up
Glock 40, salt shaker, he shook up
Put the steel to your head like a crew cut

[Hook]
Like Master P, money no limit
If you a broke nigga I get offended
I put the tool in your mouth like a dentist
If you ain't havin' run up, you a ticket
Got workers in the bando whippin’ the kitchen
Whatever you with then my nigga we with it
Fuck a Honda, nigga I want a Bentley
I just hit the plug for ten bags of midget
Is you really the plug?
Is you really getting drugs?
Is you really showing love?
Is you really makin’ yo chopper bust?
Is you really gettin’ money?
Is you really kickin’ doors?
Do you really whip a bowl?
I think you tryna save your soul

[Verse 2]
I’m in the bando like 24 hours
I whip the water and I play with the powder
Me and my plug gon’ meet up in an hour
I told him want cookie, I don’t need the sour
I trapped the bag, made that bitch cook a brick
When you knock on the door I’m reaching for the stick
Place your order but you gotta be quick
Shooters in the bando, there go John Wic
I think these niggas undercover, working with the feds
12 kick the door, you better not be scared
Flush the work, money go under the bed
They rushed the trap, I had to use my two legs
Now I’m on a mission running from 12
I hope my partner packed up all the bales
Coke on my face in the trap cause the smell
You might catch a contact, you try to inhale

[Hook]
Like Master P, money no limit
If you a broke nigga I get offended
I put the tool in your mouth like a dentist
If you ain't havin' run up, you a ticket
Got workers in the bando whippin’ the kitchen
Whatever you with then my nigga we with it
Fuck a Honda, nigga I want a Bentley
I just hit the plug for ten bags of midget
Is you really the plug?
Is you really getting drugs?
Is you really showing love?
Is you really makin’ yo chopper bust?
Is you really gettin’ money?
Is you really kickin’ doors?
Do you really whip a bowl?
I think you tryna save your soul