Real Artist (feat. BRY GREATAH)

Trappin my nigga , you know I been gettin' this money The watch is a AP its bust, I been doin' this shit for some months Yeah, this bitch super bad and she fuckin' with me Probably cause I got knots in my jeans But she aint Know I'm addicted to lean, lean, lean Rolling my nigga a, I'm prolly off a bean, yeah Big Ferragamo bag on the back and it's pink, pink, yeah It could be hot as hell, nigga, ill prolly wear a mink, mink I'm fuckin This Bitch super bad and she went to her knees For me, she gon' sit on her knees The rocks on her wrist, got it blingin The engine on it, cat got it steamin Who watchin' my back when I need it This bitch, she is bad, you know that she little For that, yeah I know she anemic My bitch, yeah, she bad, she the meanest So bad, I'll f*ck if it's bleeding I ain't playin' no games, yeah, I mean it Nobody was there when I need it I put a little bitch up in neimans She spendin' that cash when she need it She spendin' my bag, I be gettin' these racks So I'm fuckin' that bitch when I need it I break it all up, it's lean in my cup She gettin' attached to the demons She gettin' attached to my demons I'm pourin' no perky and I'm leanin Versus me, popping that Xanny, that's fiend shit She banging my music all through the speakers I just met that bitch and she tweakin She sayin' she love me, I know she don't mean it I told the lil' bitch to come over and Just come and f*ck me, like you mean it