Real Dawgs

Bring all the real dawgs in I can't settle fa the fake You can see it in my eyes that I'm the type to catch a case You can tell the way this nine in hand that I'm not here to play Crashing out about some stupid shit guess I wan play that way Felt a way Save that for the birds should've said that to my face Triple K on how my chopper kick get swarm like KKK This stick like chopping arms so bro lets get it on like Marvin Gaye This ain't a diss I just be talking shit sometimes it be that way I might start a riot F*ck around might make a scene Step out fresh as f*ck but still might scrape a ni**ah like Mr. Clean Step out arm and hammer with this blammer tryna clean the scene Might disarm a ni**ah with this hammer I need everything Bitch I'm flyer than a plane Higher than a Pilot Bae I'm tryna f*ck give me the booty like a pirate Bae I'm tryna spin you like track lick on my private Bae I can't wait til I get rich cause all the planes we on is private Blah Got a mac stick it like to twitch Like Nintendo I gotta have a blicky with a switch Keep a beam on my stick so if he run I do not miss Me and bro be in the mix like take a piss den take a shit Yeah my carbon love to Macarena make you twist I put fifty in my clip these rounds go through all typa shit Like I'm will I might rip a ni**ah head right off his shit Leave a pussy ni**ah sagging he a fagot and a bitch Yeah Aye Keep all my real dawgs in this bitch If they rock with Q and Quan it's best we keep them inna mix Keep the locations we flying on the hush until we hit When we land we bring the band cause all my mans keep 40 sticks The f*ck is wrong Ni**ahs talking out they chest and loosing tone He gone need the orthopedic when this stick fracture his bones Watch me take off in this skatpack this bitch ain't leased it's fully owned I told bro to fill his backpack with the straps incase we blow We on the road Driving fast I'm doing the dash I'm loosing gas I'm on the go Can't keep in touch I'm getting bucks I'm driving trucks I need my cho Keep it a band and stay a man don't loose yo faith tryna have hope Been had a plan sitting in that jam left by myself ain't have no folks So I became a monster In and outta homes still with my mom so I wan born in foster Still be inna east posted with Quan and a couple choppas Both done lost it all year 23 but we don't plan on stopping Both done found a dream tryna succeed so we can grow our hobby Real bag runner I told Cuh that ain't my blood that I got real masked gunners If you tough then you a thug right cause my thugs like thuggin They don't bluff and they play rough and with them guns they dumping On gang