Realer n Realer (feat. Wavvy2flyy)

Shit getting real Shit gettin realer And real Gettin realer and realer Real Shit gettin real Shit gettin real Shit gettin realer and realer We got Plenty guns Aint no one one ones When it's smoke Bet they kno we official Posted till the sun come I don't want guns Tired of 9s I need missiles Blow no ref Bet this louder then whistles Like a army We step Leave em riddled Ima goblin to you and yo Members This shit gettin real Oh yea it got real When they slide they pop pills When I slide My mind clear Got it by my side Here Soulja slide In 9th gear This my life Not my year Let em float no kite Let a nigga die Ima show them We drill When I'm wit retro yk It get crazy An when I'm wit wavy this shi Get Brazy Throwin bullets I ain't talkin no Brady Ain't pouring less then 4 I get lazy Really take a soul Wit 380 Yea that's my lil baby Born in the north But was raised in the south Bitch yk this shi made me Shit gettin realer and realer We got Plenty guns Aint no one one ones When it's smoke Bet they kno we official Posted till the sun come I don't want guns Tired of 9s I need missiles Blow no ref Bet this louder then whistles Like a army We step Leave em riddled Ima goblin to you and yo Members Ima goblin to you an yo Members I make it hot In December Tell the truth in a lie You'll remember Keep that heat But I'm colder then ever I'm not your regular artist Look at the shi I done started I been in my bag Kept it solid I'm not to average Put that on my soul Bet I'm harder Shit gettin realer and realer We got Plenty guns Aint no one one ones When it's smoke Bet they kno we official Posted till the sun come I don't want guns Tired of 9s I need missiles Blow no ref Bet this louder then whistles Like a army We step Leave em riddled Ima goblin to you and yo Members Know they hate How a young nigga snappin Started right from the back Now I passed em Ask the man above Please make it happen They see me on dick Now they see me in traffic Doin the dash and I pray I don't crash it Up the fye If a nigga want static Running routes Like I'm playing for madden Drop a dime That's sum shit I ain't havin Put in work And forget that it happened No we ain't regular niggas We don't see the money We don't see the picture Yea we seen a opp But we ain't seen Who hit em And it's time I go F*ck up the city I already know That they feeling this On they chest And they neck And they fitted All Ik is drill And speak that real shi Shit gettin realer and realer We got Plenty guns Aint no one one ones When it's smoke Bet they kno we official Posted till the sun come I don't want guns Tired of 9s I need missiles Blow no ref Bet this louder then whistles Like a army We step Leave em riddled Ima goblin to you and yo Members