The Real

[Intro]
Glah
Glam, glam, glam
Hollon, damn
It's Kartii, bitch
These bitches stay all on my dick

[Hook]
She wanna fuck, she gon' come to my place
Wait, she want the dick on her face
She know my body, she stay in her place
If she fuck with the opps, put that beam on her lace
Shorty, she running, she doing that race
I got a gun and she backed out of mace
She better call up her nigga
My gun a ______ she get sent up to space
Like, I'm tryna cut off his life
I got a gun by my side like a wife
When I'm on drugs ima spin in the V and My ootas on hots they gon' spin on a bikе
Bullets gon' punch him, like Mike
Dancе to the money, that's right
Oh that's an opp, that's light
Don’t go to jail, I might
Like

[Verse]
Where the bros at?
I’m tryna what? nah,
I’m tryna take off his top
I'ma be clicking, I shoot 'til he drop, like
Niggas be knowing my bop
Who? Where? Who tryna box?
Nah, he gon' get put in a box
Brodie just told me he clutching off rocks
You never know where you finna get dropped
I know an opp who got beat out his sneaks,
Wait,
He better pick up the pace
He tried to run and I shot him like three
One-two-three like I got me an ace
Call up my lawyer we beating that case
You bigger than me? Nigga, you laced
Like he a pencil, he leaving that trace
Like he a pencil, I watch him erase
Like, oh, my, God, nigga
Kartii, I'm jacking you nice
Like put the beam on his head, it's on sight
Now he scratching his head like he scratching off life
He a rat, so he gotta get sliced
Toting on Tom, I be chasing that mice
Don't talk, send me the price
If I don't like it then double it twice
You ain't a shooter just take my advice
Like, out of the real, you a fraud
You know my addy, just come to my door
Lack on my block, he got put on the floor
He said Mo Kartii take trips to the store
Like, why you capping? That's really a four
Suck my dick, you on that fake shit
KR got dropped he got beat out his bracelet

[Hook]
She wanna fuck, she gon' come to my place
Wait, she want the dick on her face
She know my body, she stay in her place
If she fuck with the opps, put that beam on her lace
Shorty, she running, she doing that race
I got a gun and she backed out of mace
She better call up her nigga
My gun a ______ she get sent up to space
Like, I'm tryna cut off his life
I got a gun by my side like a wife
When I'm on drugs ima spin in the V and My ootas on hots they gon' spin on a bike
Bullets gon' punch him, like Mike
Dance to the money, that's right
Oh that's an opp, that's light
Don’t go to jail, I might
Like?

[Outro]
Keep geeking
Like, keep shaking
Hollon, don't break it
Like, just take it
Like, she wanna geek on a beat
Like, she wanna geek on a beat
She wanna geek on a beat
Damn, she wanna geek on a beat