Got Wuudz in the cut with me
Always on go dawg that's why he f*ck with me
Don't stand to close dawg you'll catch
A buck 50 in here
There's gs I'm my unit
Like buck and 50 In here
You know we getting stoned
Medusa clouds in the air
Let's see if you still want smoke
When this 40 Is grill in your ribs
Riding to Freddie Gibbs
Maneuver without a fear
Never really liked bowling
Ain't nobody getting spared
Chopper bullets like memories
They sit up on your brain
My shooters pull up in the range
And leave you leaking in the rain
Over some petty change
Shit that could've been explained
Don't get mad at me
Shit I'm just teaching you The game
That's life
To throw me off you'll have to kill me twice
I learned that the grimmest people
Give the realest advice
I learned that the prettiest bitches would f*ck For a price
And I'm the Sauce god so playboy
Covert yo wife
My lift wrist hurricane besty
It's flooded with ice
Plus I'm clutching if you bucking tonight
See I got time for it
Oh that's your whip
No Ww can't call but we can rap for it
The sauce Gawd I do everything in Tom Ford
Shooting like I'm Paul George
Scrap like a phych ward
At least I can admit it
And if you turned your back on me
Just know All is forgiven
See I just charge it to the game that's apart of The living
And me not taking you back
Was a smartest decision
Trusting my mind over my heart
Was the hardest decision
See in good business sometimes there's no Bargaining in it
See in good business man sometimes there's No bargaining in it
Believe that
In order to be safe in my city nigga be Strapped
Cause niggaz outchea looking for the get back
Even as a kid they always asking your they're Lick Back
These streets is wicked
Even if you bring to the table
Still clean the dishes
If you A gangsta nigga be consistent
Young Picasso watch me paint the picture
Our views the same but the angleS different
The glock the same but the aim is different
And I won't miss the target
Six shotS from this ball head
Help carry a coffin
All you rappers riding waves just treading the Water
Six shots from this ball head
Help carry a coffin
All you rappers riding waves just treading the Water
Kyle Junior - Realer Self (feat. Wuudz) Lyrics
Kyle Junior - Realer Self (feat. Wuudz) Lyrics
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Got Wuudz in the cut with me
Always on go dawg that's why he f*ck with me
Don't stand to close dawg you'll catch
A buck 50 in here
There's gs I'm my unit
Like buck and 50 In here
You know we getting stoned
Medusa clouds in the air
Let's see if you still want smoke
When this 40 Is grill in your ribs
Riding to Freddie Gibbs
Maneuver without a fear
Never really liked bowling
Ain't nobody getting spared
Chopper bullets like memories
They sit up on your brain
My shooters pull up in the range
And leave you leaking in the rain
Over some petty change
Shit that could've been explained
Don't get mad at me
Shit I'm just teaching you The game
That's life
To throw me off you'll have to kill me twice
I learned that the grimmest people
Give the realest advice
I learned that the prettiest bitches would f*ck For a price
And I'm the Sauce god so playboy
Covert yo wife
My lift wrist hurricane besty
It's flooded with ice
Plus I'm clutching if you bucking tonight
See I got time for it
Oh that's your whip
No Ww can't call but we can rap for it
The sauce Gawd I do everything in Tom Ford
Shooting like I'm Paul George
Scrap like a phych ward
At least I can admit it
And if you turned your back on me
Just know All is forgiven
See I just charge it to the game that's apart of The living
And me not taking you back
Was a smartest decision
Trusting my mind over my heart
Was the hardest decision
See in good business sometimes there's no Bargaining in it
See in good business man sometimes there's No bargaining in it
Believe that
In order to be safe in my city nigga be Strapped
Cause niggaz outchea looking for the get back
Even as a kid they always asking your they're Lick Back
These streets is wicked
Even if you bring to the table
Still clean the dishes
If you A gangsta nigga be consistent
Young Picasso watch me paint the picture
Our views the same but the angleS different
The glock the same but the aim is different
And I won't miss the target
Six shotS from this ball head
Help carry a coffin
All you rappers riding waves just treading the Water
Six shots from this ball head
Help carry a coffin
All you rappers riding waves just treading the Water
Always on go dawg that's why he f*ck with me
Don't stand to close dawg you'll catch
A buck 50 in here
There's gs I'm my unit
Like buck and 50 In here
You know we getting stoned
Medusa clouds in the air
Let's see if you still want smoke
When this 40 Is grill in your ribs
Riding to Freddie Gibbs
Maneuver without a fear
Never really liked bowling
Ain't nobody getting spared
Chopper bullets like memories
They sit up on your brain
My shooters pull up in the range
And leave you leaking in the rain
Over some petty change
Shit that could've been explained
Don't get mad at me
Shit I'm just teaching you The game
That's life
To throw me off you'll have to kill me twice
I learned that the grimmest people
Give the realest advice
I learned that the prettiest bitches would f*ck For a price
And I'm the Sauce god so playboy
Covert yo wife
My lift wrist hurricane besty
It's flooded with ice
Plus I'm clutching if you bucking tonight
See I got time for it
Oh that's your whip
No Ww can't call but we can rap for it
The sauce Gawd I do everything in Tom Ford
Shooting like I'm Paul George
Scrap like a phych ward
At least I can admit it
And if you turned your back on me
Just know All is forgiven
See I just charge it to the game that's apart of The living
And me not taking you back
Was a smartest decision
Trusting my mind over my heart
Was the hardest decision
See in good business sometimes there's no Bargaining in it
See in good business man sometimes there's No bargaining in it
Believe that
In order to be safe in my city nigga be Strapped
Cause niggaz outchea looking for the get back
Even as a kid they always asking your they're Lick Back
These streets is wicked
Even if you bring to the table
Still clean the dishes
If you A gangsta nigga be consistent
Young Picasso watch me paint the picture
Our views the same but the angleS different
The glock the same but the aim is different
And I won't miss the target
Six shotS from this ball head
Help carry a coffin
All you rappers riding waves just treading the Water
Six shots from this ball head
Help carry a coffin
All you rappers riding waves just treading the Water
Writer: Himeler Despinos, Kyle Brock
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid