Too Real

Bitch I'm too real to ever a drop a dime These niggas done crossed that line These niggas said it's go time So high f*ck nigga, I'm flying Take my spot f*ck the nigga, keep trying Bad bitch tellin' thotty lies Look me dead in my fuckin' eyes Life right through these Cartiers Come on baby please don't lie These hoes be the reason that you die Scope a nigga down with the eagle eye In a foreign coupe go 225 Skrrt Russian creams and a cherry pie Niggas talk crazy meet his demise All my bars be fuckin' glass I'm go fast and f*ck the past Call the bitch up like a fuckin' tie She tried to do me wrong Whole time I was cheating all along Hella different bitches on my phone They just tryna get me dome Kick his door like Home Alone She sell her pussy off her trap phone Spot him down, get him gone Car black wheels chrome I done found my fuckin' tone Smokin' Za like Chinky Chong We be the motion She think she slick just like some lotion I got them bars the magic potion Straight to the top, I keep on goin I'm off them bars, yeah, I be flowin I'm off them shrooms, don't know where I'm goin He talkin' shit, whole time we toting She be thicker than some She be thicker than some oatmeal I gotta keep goin I be floating I'm sick like Motrin Sick like Motrin', sick like Motrin