This Is How You Touch Her

[Intro]
Uh huh
Yea

[Verse 1]
Yo, butterflies don’t run from gunshots
Ya bird ass niggas scatter, I flow through ya flock
Cold bitches make me double down on my own glaciers
Black with no jack, but my D stay tenacious
So you can never critique the unique
Tough boy, love a mean ass bitch with pretty teeth
You wrote a verse to Shook Ones when Prodigy died
Cold frontin’ like you true to the game, nigga you lied
I heard that you been wantin’ some gems
So the closer the friend, the less money you lend
And I suggest that you step in the spot, rough and smooth
Like my bitches from DC, pussy good, voice raspy
Niggas ask me, why all the ladies love me, wanna hug me
They ain’t enough of me, little buddy
I see you stuck on that girl but if you love her, before you even wanna say you wanna fuck her
This is how you touch her

[Chorus]
You can be real with me, that’s why you’re still with me
You can be real with me, that’s why you’re still with me
You can be real with me, that’s why you’re still with me
You can be real with me, that’s why you’re still with me

[Verse 2]
Yo, hypothetical pain will make you cringe
And [?], watching the nigga they binge
Doing thug things, while searching for peace from within
Now I’m torn, so just send me to hell with wings, uh
I ain’t ya average cowboy at the dude ranch
Cuz they ain’t lookin’ up my credit score for food stamps
Total package, even if I grant you access
I’m top secret, so most of that would be redacted
Can’t fool me but can’t say you never knew me
I’m yours truly how I lyrically, move the [?]
Madwiz, “What is ya last meal before ya die?”
“Give me two chocolate bitches like Bria and Jah”, thanks
But who are you? Street Fighter are you?
Bitches bump Chun-Li and wanna kick it with me, perfect
I put a pussy lights out like the raging demon
You mighta got that round 1, now I say it’s even
Stop hittin’ my phone, I’m chillin gettin’ blazed
Madwiz don’t process claims on business days
We be in [?] crib, contemplatin’ fame
Playing War Frame and watching A Low Down Dirty Shame
Niggas is lame, see them drinking battery water
When I touch cities, ya bitch titties been preordered
I never knock it, I made that song called Topless
And told shorties we goin’ shopping now I’m really outta pocket
I’m never knocking, they ain’t a door I can’t step through
The lord gonna get you, with 44’s to stretch you
Disconnect you, make ya whole shit rupture
I’m that nigga she can’t get enough of
Because this is how you touch her

[Chorus]
You can be real with me, that’s why you’re still with me
You can be real with me, that’s why you’re still with me
You can be real with me, that’s why you’re still with me
You can be real with me, that’s why you’re still with me
You can be real with me, that’s why you’re still with me
You can be real with me, that’s why you’re still with me
You can be real with me, that’s why you’re still with me
You can be real with me, that’s why you’re still with me
You can be real with me, that’s why you’re still with me
You can be real with me, that’s why you’re still with me