Realest Nigga Doin’ It

[Verse 1]
I squeeze so many triggers I got the permanent smell of gun powder
Up in the Trump Tower, she's sucking me dry
Wanna swallow my sunflower seeds, bitch, breathe
Come up again then get right back down on your knees
Beef with some hot heads, nigga, fuck you
You can eat shit and drop dead, that was my gun talking
You ain't hear what my Glock said?
I might pull it out and put it to a cop's head then tell that nigga "freeze"
Let's ride out, fuck gas, I got a tank full
Let's ball out, fuck money, I got a bank full
Man I can snipe you from behind
Old timers pull me to the side and say "boy, I like you cause you grind" (thank you!)
My wrist dancing like a young Michael in his prime (woo)
And the ring, oh that's moonwalking, I'm hearing you dudes talking
Just bought a lil' [?} and a lil' Uzi
So trill but I never met Webbie or Lil Boosie (I don't know 'em)
Make 'em vomit up, fuck your block, I'll bomb it up (boom)
Way I'm feeling come through in a 08 armored truck (wassup?)
Giving money out, you don't what money 'bout (nope)
Crib made from hundred dollar bills, that's a money house (that's my crib)
Yeah, we're the coke sellers (sellers), we're the mink buyers (you see it)
What's on your mind, bitch nigga? What you think 'bout us? (haha)
Think I'll stop wilding out because my album out? (yeah)
I still a curse your mother out, I got the foulest mouth, Ruger!

[Hook]
When it comes to coke I'm the realest nigga moving it
Realest nigga doing it, oh, these niggas is losing it
Gave 'em a little shine, these niggas abusing it
Fuck all this music shit, I'm back on my Ruger shit

[Verse 2]
This is a crime, charge me with real felonies
Your career is a joke, nigga, Bill Belamy
Nothing funny about me, this ain't the Chappelle Show
Motherfucker this the Ruger Hell Show
And you're the main one snitching but you're talking 'bout you hate cops (you rat!)
Behind doors you probably take cock (no homo)
Supposed to be gangsta but hanging in these after hour gay spots (eww)
Probably got a bra under your tank top (faggot)
And you're fronting like the big boss but wearing lip gloss
Yeah I'm here to expose all these ho niggas, I know niggas (I know 'em)
I ain't stingy, every nigga with me shining
Get with me, baby, you'll be backseat Bentley driving
Road trips, two bricks up in the Camry
Curse my bitch out, she always listen to her family (stupid, man)
I told her fuck her cousin (fuck her), then she thought I tried to fuck her cousin (I did)
Tried to hit me with a pot from out the oven, she bugging
Yeah, nigga, I'm thugging, I do or I doesn't (woo)
You ain't gotta call the plumber for this watch but it's flooding
You want war, ahh, fuck it, got a chick in Denver
Used to fuck with one of them Nuggets (uh huh), get a nigga free tickets
In jail I don't need visits (nope), got a cell full of commissary
I ain't worried about a damn thing (thing)
And why the hell is everybody staring at my damn ring? (ok)
Well, shit, don't hurt your lids (lids), I know it's worth a crib (woo)

[Hook]