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(Tha Realest)
DG shit (yup)
DG shit (yup)
Ayy

I dropped ten (uh) then dropped twenty (okay)
Eighty in my pocket, bitch, I'm gettin' real money (okay)
A 'bow for my sweater, they say I'm an ill dummy (woo)
But they know they can't call 'less they coppin' pills from me
I'm an Exit 9 (What?), Joy Road Scud bum
Mob got indicted, but we still in the Scud, bum (Scud Zone)
And this the deep end, it ain't no showin' love, bum (uh-uh)
And this a free ten, I had to get the plug, bum (come here)
What you know about indictments? (What?)
Eighty just to have the lawyer on the case fightin' (ayy, ayy)
Vacation to the A to get the mob reunited (woo)
Little baby in the Wraith and I ain't even got a license, license (skrrt, skrrt)
Hutch, let me get another pair (okay)
Hood nigga all Versace'd down, blow it on a square (okay)
Ayy, I'm in another country, baby, send it through the air (okay)
Half a million what I wear
I ain't trippin' if you lil' hoes stare
Stingray, I'm chillin' on the hood in the hood (skrrt)
Bad bitch with me strapped up, Maya Good (come here)
You ain't never seen a double-G nigga, take a look (woo)
Big pistol on my lap while I'm puffin' on a 'Wood (brr, brr)
Hit the mall and lose my motherf*ckin' mind (gas)
Gucci on, Louis on at the same time (woo, woo)
A rich nigga livin', I ain't talkin' 'bout snitchin' (eat)
When I say I hit four million and drop a whole dime (eat)
You know I'm eatin' good, I play with a whole chicken (ah)
Take an L, we still good like cold chicken (we good)
You buyin' paper plates, we eatin' off gold dishes (bum)
I f*ck with thoroughbreds, you runnin' with bum niggas (he what?)
Should I go on?
Two chains, soon to put some more on (okay)
If I f*ck your baby boo, I gotta put my bro on (okay)
Throw 'em from Mexico, for that touchdown, I go long (okay)
I go so hard, you niggas continue to go home (home)
Grind all winter (ah), summertime too (ah)
Top gone, GT, summertime coupe (no cap)
Dearborn Heights, I'm out here f*ckin' with a Jew (no cap)
Big blocks on, it's a band for a shoe (no cap)
They hatin' when I know these lil' niggas wanna be me (bitch)
Get your bitch lewd for them bands like MiMi (bitch)
LV shirt and my belt say GG (bitch)
Throw a dub at you in the club, nigga, 3D (woo)
Show you how to ball, take notes when you see me (ayy)
Cut your bitch off when I'm done like a teepee (ayy)
Ran off on the plug twice like a repeat (ayy)
If he move wrong, get burnt like a CD (ayy)
Whole foot in cam' when them Lam' doors push up
F*ck a push-up, I flex hard from the cook-up
Make his stomach bubble like a pop when he shook up
Them P's on deck, yeah, bitch, I got the hook-up
You hear me? (Bitch)
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(Tha Realest)
DG shit (yup)
DG shit (yup)
Ayy

I dropped ten (uh) then dropped twenty (okay)
Eighty in my pocket, bitch, I'm gettin' real money (okay)
A 'bow for my sweater, they say I'm an ill dummy (woo)
But they know they can't call 'less they coppin' pills from me
I'm an Exit 9 (What?), Joy Road Scud bum
Mob got indicted, but we still in the Scud, bum (Scud Zone)
And this the deep end, it ain't no showin' love, bum (uh-uh)
And this a free ten, I had to get the plug, bum (come here)
What you know about indictments? (What?)
Eighty just to have the lawyer on the case fightin' (ayy, ayy)
Vacation to the A to get the mob reunited (woo)
Little baby in the Wraith and I ain't even got a license, license (skrrt, skrrt)
Hutch, let me get another pair (okay)
Hood nigga all Versace'd down, blow it on a square (okay)
Ayy, I'm in another country, baby, send it through the air (okay)
Half a million what I wear
I ain't trippin' if you lil' hoes stare
Stingray, I'm chillin' on the hood in the hood (skrrt)
Bad bitch with me strapped up, Maya Good (come here)
You ain't never seen a double-G nigga, take a look (woo)
Big pistol on my lap while I'm puffin' on a 'Wood (brr, brr)
Hit the mall and lose my motherf*ckin' mind (gas)
Gucci on, Louis on at the same time (woo, woo)
A rich nigga livin', I ain't talkin' 'bout snitchin' (eat)
When I say I hit four million and drop a whole dime (eat)
You know I'm eatin' good, I play with a whole chicken (ah)
Take an L, we still good like cold chicken (we good)
You buyin' paper plates, we eatin' off gold dishes (bum)
I f*ck with thoroughbreds, you runnin' with bum niggas (he what?)
Should I go on?
Two chains, soon to put some more on (okay)
If I f*ck your baby boo, I gotta put my bro on (okay)
Throw 'em from Mexico, for that touchdown, I go long (okay)
I go so hard, you niggas continue to go home (home)
Grind all winter (ah), summertime too (ah)
Top gone, GT, summertime coupe (no cap)
Dearborn Heights, I'm out here f*ckin' with a Jew (no cap)
Big blocks on, it's a band for a shoe (no cap)
They hatin' when I know these lil' niggas wanna be me (bitch)
Get your bitch lewd for them bands like MiMi (bitch)
LV shirt and my belt say GG (bitch)
Throw a dub at you in the club, nigga, 3D (woo)
Show you how to ball, take notes when you see me (ayy)
Cut your bitch off when I'm done like a teepee (ayy)
Ran off on the plug twice like a repeat (ayy)
If he move wrong, get burnt like a CD (ayy)
Whole foot in cam' when them Lam' doors push up
F*ck a push-up, I flex hard from the cook-up
Make his stomach bubble like a pop when he shook up
Them P's on deck, yeah, bitch, I got the hook-up
You hear me? (Bitch)
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Writer: Terry Sanchez Wallace, Mar Wallace
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