ฟังเพลงReal One (Explicit)

Song: Real One

Artist: G Herbo, Lil Durk

Lyrics: Lil Durk, G Herbo & DY Krazy

Composed: Bobby Raps, Tarentino & DY Krazy

Mm-mm-mm-mm

DY Krazy, uh

Mm-mm-mm-mm

Uh (Let's get it)

I been gangbangin' since a kid, that's how we live

So I seen bloodshed before "Red Snow", huh

And that's just how that go

Nobody out here wanna use they head, so that's why I had to fly on the go

Said he ain't never, ever gonna amount to shit, but lil' nigga a rider, though (Damn)

Had a couple niggas on our hit list, so we ridin' with four (Check ' em, four)

And I ain't give a fuck if it's Christmas, I was outside for sure

And we on one, pop out, roll up, movin' quick, gotta get the seal like hold up

Gettin' a kit, used to pour a six or a four up

Niggas bitches, war time, we was watchin' 'em fold up (Fold up)

And if the feds ever grab my fuckin' folder

I'ma stay a soldier (Stay a soldier)

I ain't gon' snitch on no one (Uh-uh)

So therefore, I ain't puttin' myself in a situation no more (Uh-uh)

I waited long to get where I'm at, I ain't gotta be patient no more (Why should I?)

Oh, you gangster? Nigga, you think you gangster?

Do some gangster shit

On the strip, the same niggas I hung with who claimin' it (Yeah)

I was hoppin' out the backseat of that Chevy aimin' it (Aimin' it, yeah)

And now I'm worth some M's, I'm dangerous

Your bitch love to fuck me, hit the liquor and start thankin' it

It say they got my face on Belaire, so that's why she drinkin' it (Pour up)

Landed, bought a pint of drank, it was fuckin' up my pancreas (Uh, pour it up)

It's six A.M. in the stu' in the A, me and DY smokin' some stanky shit

Shot at me last night, I'm angry, so I woke up flamin' shit

Nigga got caught on a date, now all his homies blame his bitch

Everybody talkin' 'bout I changed and shit, you the one that changed, bitch

Matter of fact, nigga, I did change shit, I ain't have no chains then

Crib like I was livin' in a den, came and count my dividends

Now I'm legal, I can spend anything, now my closet, my kitchen big

I ain't even tryna miss your call, I just been on some busy shit

On the phone with his exes, I don't wanna hear it

Anything about me gettin' rich, uh

Yeah, yeah, uh (Yeah)

Damn, we runnin' all the, all the, all the checks up (Turn me up)

I'm tryna see where the, where the twenty-nine bag go

(Yeah, that's what I said, uh)

How Durk gon' put on this bitch? Go on Google to put on a switch

Told bro I wanna be rich, but I stopped takin' Percs, it's givin' me a itch

They don't want me to be on that block no more

Don't ride by the opps no more

You can't complain, that's how I am

Just tell 'em, "Don't get shot no more"

These niggas ain't beefin', throw in the towel

He told me he vegan

I don't even try to stop the violence no more 'cause Chino died at a meetin'

Man, get the fuck out my face, I was duckin' a federal case

He went to Iowa and got him a dub 'cause that was a federal state

All that beef shit your big homie did in a year, we did in a month

And I draw some tears for all them years, for bronem, I can't stunt

I was pissed off at my lawyer, me and Von ain't do shows in month

I can't blame the judge and state's attorney, 'cause both of 'em voted for Trump

And that shit you said about us, we ain't hear that from no bitch mouth

From the 'Raq, where the killers don't ask for a discount

And all the killers get blicked down, two bedroom, no big house

Warning shots get sent out, cocky lil' nigga with my dick out

Bitch