Real Nasty

[Intro]
Ain't that DJ Chose over there? It look like DJ Chose

[Chorus: Trey & Ar'mon]
VV's in the chain dancing
Amiris on my waist, my shit real fancy (real fancy)
That Birkin bag make her look classy (classy)
But 100 bands make her real nasty
Pull up, bust it down, we not romanicin' (uh-uh)
She don't use no hands, she be real fancy (yeah yeah)
But a Birkin bag make her look classy (classy)
But 100 bands make her real nasty

[Verse 1: Ar'mon]
I might just fly her where I stay
Press the code go through the gate
I got habits, gotta have designer garments when I lay
Ducking cuffs and dodging bullets, we was running from the jakes
Gucci logo on my collar, only time I'm with a snake
Told my bitch that she so gorgeous
Hope she don't ignore this
I might cut her off this time
Fuck all nght 'till we exhausted
Put that pussy in a coffin
Fuck around and press rewind
It ain't no win or lose
And I'm fucking with my gang, it ain't no pick and choose
Y'all fuck niggas gon' drop the ball 'cause y'all Pikachus
These Carti frames three thousand dollars when I'm peaking through
Watch who you speaking to (yeah yeah)

[Chorus: Trey & Ar'mon]
VV's in the chain dancing
Amiris on my waist, my shit real fancy (real fancy)
That Birkin bag make her look classy (classy)
But 100 bands make her real nasty
Pull up, bust it down, we not romanicin' (uh-uh)
She don't use no hands, she be real fancy (yeah yeah)
But a Birkin bag make her look classy (classy)
But 100 bands make her real nasty

[Verse 2: Trey & Ar'mon]
Lambo cost a quarter
Made 'bout three M's for my daughter
Met a bitch from 'cross the border
If she don't fuck, I might deport her
I'm the type to pull up with the racks out
Fuck a bitch until she pass out
Most known to be a singing nigga but I still reach and pull the Glock out
Tryna tell lil' bro "Need to calm down"
See a whip, cop a whip, that's mine now
Lil' bitch in the pit, she fanned out
For the show, pay cut bring my man's out
She keep tryna tell me that this Birkin make her classy
I can guarantee this hunnid bands a make her nasty, yeah

[Chorus: Trey & Ar'mon]
VV's in the chain dancing
Amiris on my waist, my shit real fancy (real fancy)
That Birkin bag make her look classy (classy)
But 100 bands make her real nasty
Pull up, bust it down, we not romanicin' (uh-uh)
She don't use no hands, she be real fancy (yeah yeah)
But a Birkin bag make her look classy (classy)
But 100 bands make her real nasty

[Bridge: Trey]
She gon' wind up doing what I said so
She know what is with a nigga from the get go
Lil' baby on my line, might have to buy that bitch a Metro
Drop it on a dime, I had to give that hoe a medal
(Yeah yeah)
Blue face hinnids on my mind
She addicted to the life and she fucking with the hype, yeah
Freak bitch tyna spend the night
Hit the DM, book a flight
She gon' do it for the likes, yeah yeah

[Chorus: Trey & Ar'mon]
VV's in the chain dancing
Amiris on my waist, my shit real fancy (real fancy)
That Birkin bag make her look classy (classy)
But 100 bands make her real nasty
Pull up, bust it down, we not romanicin' (uh-uh)
She don't use no hands, she be real fancy (yeah yeah)
But a Birkin bag make her look classy (classy)
But 100 bands make her real nasty