Realist

Bitch Ima tell y'all something bout me I don't f*ck with none of y'all niggas Y'all niggas is all bitches, I f*ck with my boys and that's it It's TTE Gang Gang What, gang She say she different, I don't even feel it You f*ck her once and I know she aint feel it Took me two days got this bitch showing titties I be thinking myself like Nate you the realist What, gang I be thinking myself like Nate you the realist Money long like a clip, I might stack like a building Money long like a clip, I might aim at his fitted What, gang I be talking my shit y'all just put on a show I promise just pass me the pole Say he shooting he missing like he going cold Got this mission you wack cause you sold You can talk through the phone but get active, lil bro Freak bitch know that I'm clapping the hoe If you toting but broke go check the amount Pussy boy gotta know he a clown If you tote but you rich, keep running em down Bro just keep all the opps from around I be smoking some speakers, I know that shit loud Bet my opps always asking like how Imma run up a milli Ion want no clout When I f*ck Imma make her ass shout We be playing them games put some racks in her mouth Get my dick and start slapping it out If she got a good grip, she keep a couple thou And right back, I unbutton her blouse FaceTime, couple shots bet I wont miss Ion waste time, so bitch don't ask for a kiss If police pull up then I'm pleading the fifth I could have a bad arm but just pass me the sitch Played from from the start Stupid bitch why you play with my heart Stupid gas like I'm facing a fart If you really my bro then I'm taking the charge In a wraith like I'm racing the stars Play around I can take you to mars Treesh bitch gone slide to the telly Me and Rell she can't tell us apart Gang