This Da Real ft. aaiden4s & kemani5x Lyrics

He's running, ayy, he's running on my Uncle Grave , that boy a bitch, that nigga just ran

Huh, yeah, you know what the fuck going on, nigga

Yeah, fast, money boyz

Come on

Why this nigga dissing that shit cap

Got to telling in that room, swear to God this nigga rat

How the fuck you tryna kill? You don't even got a strap

It's a glitch, nigga, better watch your back

Come on

This the Glock, this bitch hit a nigga face

Why the fuck you leave the fest Boy I was tryna take your chain

Ain't tryna beef with these corns, I swear to God, that shit lame

That nigga dissing on my camp for some clout

That shit gay, nigga

The fuck? What happened to this beat

Come on

Alright, let me speed this bitch up

Caught, a opp at the fest

Why the fuck that nigga run

Come on

It's five times, bitch, I'm known for toting guns

We in the club throwing hollows when we say we throwing slugs

I got this lil' bitch, we bustin' shit, set shit for the dub

We chase this nigga out of bounds he told the world we upped a gun

She said she done fucking with me

He broke as fuck without no funds

Don't let me catch him on the exit

He said he FMB, what

Get my dick, out you're mouth you're bitch is FMB, tuck

Man, why they want me calm down

I'm tryna fuck the east up,

Don't let me catch them boys in traffic

40., push the seat up

Don't let him come around my camp

Get shot for throwing threes up

Yeah, we can't hang around them niggas

They don't get their cheese up

Opp, bitch got the drop, yeah, i love my freak tuck

Slide down pine lake i'm tryna send lil 3 up,

, I'm tryna send one three up

Shit, that Beat was hard as hell

ay run it back real quick

And why this nigga drop a Diss

Nigga, whole clique's soft

Fat nigga's do is snitch

Catching niggas out the hollow

Going through they fit

I'm saying, bitch, this little bitch

think I'm rich, nigga

Back on that shit, these little niggas got me dissing I'm tryna catch a lil 3

Slip, I'ma let them think they sweet

I'ma let them think they sweet

Never did nothing, and believe me, I don't mention it

Don't tell my dad

Don't tell him I said that shit

He gonna get real mad

Bitch, keep me off this song

If I catch Dre, y'all, bitch, I'm aiming for the dome

He on my drop for three months

He ain't gonna never push up tho something on me

This real shit, boy

I just sent him the gun

Hey, this the real

I'm speaking on this, bitch

Come on

Bitch, I'm tryna smack uh head

Slide down the East

and leave a, lil' nigga, dead

Bitch, I'll write this song

You feel his ass with that leg

When I spoke with y'all, I need to drop dead head

Come on

Yeah, lil' mirror, you a bitch

Dre S in the room

Know you telling his niggas

Call me out of bounds

He was running fast, bitch

Why you trying to act tough, boy

You know you ain't on shit

Get the job

I'm digging blocks

I'm off the whip

Me and chop, we be cruising on the road

He don't take that nigga life

Best believe he better take his pole

Yeah, he better take that nigga gun

If you speaking to my dad, clip in your block

We do this shit for fun

All my niggas up in big shit

They make business

Making up songs that never did shit

Them niggas fans

Catch him at the game

Why you chilling

Leave him in his stance

Come on

You know what the fuck going on