Aye
S-Step on these n#gg#s, don’t run, I’ma catch you
Whip out the mac, if I see, I’ma blast two
You had a head-start, how did I pass you [Gang
Don’t lose your life over bein’ so extra
You n#gg#s play Chess, while I’m playin’ Checkers [Yeah
We spit that fire, bring you to the nether
f#ck up your members, the killing aesthetic [Let’s go
[Adonis, bro, stop playin’ b#tch
Where you been, n#gg#? I’m pushin’ these P’s
Movin’ these P’s and these pints, when I step in the scene, got these f#ck n#gg#s nervous
[You wanna be gang, you need you a body
T-T-The way that I’m livin’, I’m not goin’ to heaven
n#gg#s be sinnin’, I got more than seven
Count up these bullets, I count more than eleven
[One and two and three and four
Too real for these n#gg#s, they don’t understand
I make me a bag but I first had a plan
Dead like your Stan
n#gg#s on dick, when I run up this chop’, n#gg#s turn to your fan [Yeah
I send these threats like a bomb, if you wanted to go straight to a war, we can head to Iran
B-b#tches on dick, they be on my body
Morty and Rick, whip up the Molly
I see these f#ck n#gg#s b#tchin’, I told them to stop it and pick up a weapon
[Stealin’ yo’ girl, she look like a dolly
Run up the stick, watch these n#gg#s get nervous [Woah
Bully the opps, I’m the biggest disservice [On God
E-E-Empty the clip, we gon’ cause a disturbance [Let’s go]
Like why the f#ck these n#gg#s actin’ real nervous?
n#gg# be walkin’, like where is your permit?
Pockets be green, they be lookin’ like Kermit
Spendin’ my bag and I made it right back
Lovin’ the way that the Glock hit ‘em up
n#gg# start runnin’, I’m callin’ and goin’
Walk down with shots, he get hit in the guts
Get put on the news, n#gg#, that’s tough [On God
Seein’ your candles, I’m blowin’ them out [Damn
Just like my n#gg# said, choppa go pew
n#gg# be stupid, I swear that he dumb
Feed him this perc’ then I had him his gun
Pop out the cut and he do it for fun [Pop, pop, pop
Smoke with that stick, we gon’ get us a dub
Money be stackin’, I don’t want do ones
Only want hundreds, you trappin’ for none
We killin’, we killin’, we really dope dealin’
The Patek gon’ come, it gon’ shine through the ceilin’
We make a few mill’ then hit up the store
Got FNs and chops, but I really want more
Like damn
n#gg# be whippin’ it up, ravioli
King of this sh#t, no one really gon’ hold me
King of this sh#t, nobody real gon’ hold me
f#ck n#gg# play, we gon’ aim at his homie
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Datrix Lyrics – Too Real