Real Niggas Fuck With Me

[Verse 1]
My son and my daughter, got me hustling harder
I ain't worried bout what we gone eat tomorrow
Pay me my nigga r Pay me no attention
I ain't playing out c'here, I'm really trying to get it
I been grinding, Tony Hawk couldn't tell me shit
??? this shit, nah cutty, fuck the dicks
I don't fuck with niggas that can potentially hop the fence
I can sell a bitch or a zip, I sell all type of shit
Burn a nigga ass, but the money is the motive
Sliding in a scrapper, getting this paper on 'em
I yoke out the driveway, make it get sideways
Doing no more than seventy on the highway
Riding on blades, bad bitch with me
She sell her pussy for me, and give me every penny
Ball like Penny, or ball like Mike Bibby
Suckas don't like me but the real niggas fucks me wit me

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[Verse 2]
Pulled up to the stoplight, niggas looking funny
The way they was looking, you'll think I owe 'em money
I clutched on my shit and let my window halfway down
They just wanted to tell me, I got flow and I run the town
I said that's what's up my niggas, then kept it pushing
I was heavy on the gas, headed to where it juggin'
And if my phone get slow, I'm picking up your bitch
She been calling all week, begging for the dick
She want me to slide through and put my balls on her chin
Told her probably later on, baby I'm on the grit (Baby I'm on the grit)
And for you squares, nigga that mean I'm hustling
And cutty I stay on the post like Tim Duncan
I'm just sayin, you niggas can't fuck with me
Just ask em, they gone tell you who got the streets
Man I'm chilling, in a little town, killing it
And I don't give a fuck if you bitch niggas feel this (Feel this)

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