Lyrics SOB x RBE – Keep It On The Real
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And we be going on and on and on
On til’ the morning come and gone
Don’t wanna argue no more cause you be going on and on and on
And baby I’m on it, you know
Baby I’m balling like John Lebron
Ain’t with that fuck shit you got it all wrong
I ain’t with that lame shit baby, let you ride I’ll drive you crazy
I got thousands on me daily, brush it off cause I’m too wavy
I’m too on it, I could get you off it
Baby I’m that nigga not the one to be fucked with
For niggas on that nut shit, draco hold a hunnid
I can’t trust these bitches, strictly only bruth shit
Aye, slow down slow down baby don’t you rush it
Like fuck it, I just bought a chop and I can’t wait to bust it
And I don’t wanna make no assumptions
I can’t give my all and just end up with nothing
These niggas I ain’t trusting, these hoes I ain’t loving
That chop get to busting that K shit from Russia
Roll something up and get high as Jamaicans
Get anxious leave holes in your face like Jason
Choppa with that big thang, foreign when I switch lanes
Twelve hunnid for the shoes, bitch check the kick game
Fuck a 9, 40 cal, I’m only toting big thangs
I was finna hit your main but I didn’t cause that bitch stank
Fucking with a P cause her last nigga big lame
At the crib got your bitch naked giving big brain
Throwing up them C’s like a nigga in the crip gang
Been about that cash money, Birdman, Rich Gang
Big Tymin’, Chang Chang
Body shot for what? Bitch I’m letting niggas brains hang
Smoking on that KK, fucking niggas main thangs
Block boy, hot boy
Thugging and I can’t change
Keep it on the real baby I’ma do the same thang
Gotta keep this steel in case a nigga tryna lane change
Beat the pussy up like I’m pops with it, bang bang
On the block a hunnid niggas deep yelling gang gang
Bitch, it’s the mothafucking family
Choppa get to singing like it’s tryna win a grammy
Two hunnid on the dash, broke niggas can’t catch me
Fuck then I cut that’s why your bitch can’t stand me
Young niggas tryna have more whips than a tow yard
Balmains but I still sag to show this Goyard
Let that Glock to a nigga head like I’m O Dog
SOB the gang, you broke niggas I don’t know ya’ll
I ain’t with that lame shit baby, let you ride I’ll drive you crazy
I got thousands on me daily, brush it off cause I’m too wavy
I’m too on it, I could get you off it
Baby I’m that nigga not the one to be fucked with
For niggas on that nut shit, draco hold a hunnid
