Gillie Da Kid Ft. Yo Gotti & Meek Mill - Real Niggaz | Текст песни

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[Hook:]
Real niggaz that be us
Bitch niggaz that be them
Real niggaz that be us
Bitch niggaz that be them
Real niggaz that be us
Bitch niggaz that be them
Catch me ballin' like a motherfucka'
Hanging all on that rim
Let's go

[Verse 1: GDK]
Figure gang we 'bout to hurt the game
Strap dove right linning on that purple rain
This nigga violated this time this survey made
He kill my man, I kill his mama
We both gon' hurt the same
Cops put a case on me they couldn't make it stick
I'm in that yellow blowing that purple
That's that Laker shit, Kobe
Brings up in that Uha man we taking risks
You niggas is rupa y'all be taking
All the women be calling him
I'm getting face from a bad chick
You on facebook logging in
You should see we meet be poppin'
We be arguing and barganing
I want all of them
Like Bob Barker see if that price is right
I need that chain away, hold it and me gone away
Nigga his own don't say
Saying one of my boys are off ya
Can't take your word
Mofo call us them creepy crawlers

[Hook: x2]
Real niggaz that be us
Bitch niggaz that be them
Real niggaz that be us
Bitch niggaz that be them
Real niggaz that be us
Bitch niggaz that be them
Catch me ballin' like a motherfucka'
Hanging all on that rim
Let's go

[Verse 2: Yo Gotti]
Move my Phillie shit, or killy shit
I'm in this bitch with my nigga Gillie Kid
A hundred bricks, a thousand pounds
The club on us and bitches going down
Shout out to my nigga Meek Mill for the deal of that heavy mill
Nigga rep mount cocaine
I really sold that dough for real
I really fucked the all for real
Had a round drum on a chopper
Street nigga getting money now
And these fuck niggas can't stop us
Damn it's good and want it
Eight's on my charger
Law niggas I'm a trouble crossed
You came around to rob us
Heading on the Impala, motor Viper Dodger
Paint with that candy, same colour as tartar
Sauce, and if I take a loosy it's gonna be murder
I am the realest nigga walk you ever heard of
Yo Gotti I'm so full of sensi, bud and purple
And you so full of pussy you need tampons and garda

[Hook: x2]
Real niggaz that be us
Bitch niggaz that be them
Real niggaz that be us
Bitch niggaz that be them
Real niggaz that be us
Bitch niggaz that be them
Catch me ballin' like a motherfucka'
Hanging all on that rim
Let's go

[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
Real niggaz that be us
Bitch niggaz that be them
Them niggas that you heard about
That shot somebody out we them
You fuck around and get murdered out
All from word of mouth be them
With them goons short see them nigga
Waving that.44 nigga
Don't make me send them shooters to your adress
Those bullets bouncing off your body like bag check
Try to gamble with your life this is your last bet
You ain't gotta smoke no psp to get your ass wet
We poppin' niggaz in row bad bitches our hoe
My neck and wrist so cold 'cause I ball hard be rose
When I pull up in that rolls all my haters just grow
All the bitches they choke and er'body they know

[Hook: x2]
Real niggaz that be us
Bitch niggaz that be them
Real niggaz that be us
Bitch niggaz that be them
Real niggaz that be us
Bitch niggaz that be them
Catch me ballin' like a motherfucka'
Hanging all on that rim
Let's go

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