Real Talk (Explicit)

Real Talk (Explicit) - 42 Dugg

Lyrics by：Dion Hayes/Anthony Mathis

Composed by：Dion Hayes/Anthony Mathis

Ayy if you don't f**k with us

We don't f**k with you n***a

That's just what it is

And that's just what it is

A-ha

Straight up

I don't mind killin' that's the blood in me

Real talk

And I been breakin' down bills since a lil' n***a

Come on

Just got off the phone right now I know the s**t been crazy

F**k

Told 'em Good lookin' on that rat n***a he shouldn't have made it

And I'ma keep it real sometime I don't feel like it

At all

But I got a son n***a and I still write 'em

Ask me why I'm talkin' s**t like they investigatin'

I know I wanna smoke but we might be the next to make it

All these Percs on me n***a got my phone ringin'

B***hes shakin' a*s n***as tuned in

Gon' pop a watcher head n***a that's a dub pokin'

Five trays full of ones got the club focused

They love a n***a from the b***hes to the club owners

We got alcohol we got d**gs on us

Only trippin' off a *sniff*if a mutt on us

I can't tell you s**t but how the hood talk

We got a draw for every problem b***h that's wood talk

I'm from the east n***a where ain't nothin' grew

But I can still show your b***h how a hundred look

And I can still show your b***h who you been runnin' wit'

You n***as known for talkin' we known for runnin' s**t

You n***as into textin we into runnin' b***hes

My youngin down in Texas know how to hunt a b***h

We got them d**gs with us talkin' a hundred strips

I know they watchin' me keep a Glock with me

F**k the law bro what

All that ain't stoppin' me

I keep a couple 'round that go up-top for me

N***as gon' f**k around become an opp to me

B***h the whole east say they rock with me

Shout out to Ant Beast it's time to lock the streets

Dead before they signed or rich you know I rock with Meech

This is for your honor free my brother Skeet

This one for my mama boy I'm worth a hundred Gs

Shout out to the firm I can move a hundred beans

Shout out to the firm I can move a hundred bowls

B***h I'm on parole still keep a hundred close

Two hundred on the dash I be on the go

Put him on his a*s thought he had me on the ropes

Mind clear for us them our only copes

B***hes stare at us like we they only hope

Beans in the Sprite that's the only d**e

Beans get sent off s**t that's all I know

Ten milli Glocks all I f**kin' tote

I'm waitin' on you doggy that's the only thing I wrote

Finna sign out hope they let man out

If you don't think I'm totin' n***a come and find out

B***h

Lil n***a

Ant did the track