Текст Lil Poppa – Real One
Текст:
Dubba-AA flexin’
Louie Bandz made another one
Couple hundred thousand just to spend, I still got some in the bank
Hit up my jeweler, cop them diamonds just to drip like a sink
And they gon’ talk so let ’em talk, who gives a fuck what they think?
We hit they block, hop out the car, make sure you hit in the face
Go hit that lick, be in and out, lil’ nigga, pick up the pace
Just signed a deal, run up them M’s, I’m tryna cop me a Wraith
Ain’t shit changed, same old shit, I’m in the bricks every day
I’m in a hotbox with a thot-thot dodgin’ cop cars
Jail bars, I can’t go there, lil’ nigga, hell no
To the grave, you know gangsters told me secrets I can’t tell y’all
Finesse gang, that’s the same shit we used to sell y’all
Finna put VVS’s in the watch ’cause them the real ones
And I’ma kill all my opps ’cause I don’t feel them
Came straight up off that block, I used to live there
She say, «Poppa, I just love the way you walk ’cause you a real one»
All these blue hundreds, they can’t fit inside a wallet, these the real ones
And no, I don’t go speak about no body, I’m a real one
My nigga got jammed, he kept it solid, he a real one
He did his time, he ain’t speak about that body, he a real one
I got niggas that be down to catch a body, they for real
Cut you off, you ain’t real, no hard feelings, love still there
Every day I’m in the opps’ section, we used to drill there
Every day I’m in the opps’ section like I live there
I just spent them bands all on a necklace, it say «Poppa,» baby
I just put my kids all on her tongue ’cause she was talkin’, baby
I just put designer on my feet, check how I’m walkin’, baby
And I might drop them racks all on my teeth, check how I’m talkin’, baby
Like a bat at night we creep, no we don’t sleep, we some vultures, baby
Ask me how I’m doin’, I’m doin’ well, life is awesome, baby
Cross me, make your life a living hell, it’s gon’ cost you, baby
Finna put VVS’s in the watch ’cause them the real ones
And I’ma kill all my opps ’cause I don’t feel them
Came straight up off that block, I used to live there
She say, «Poppa, I just love the way you walk ’cause you a real one»
All these blue hundreds, they can’t fit inside a wallet, these the real ones
And no, I don’t go speak about no body, I’m a real one
My nigga got jammed, he kept it solid, he a real one
He did his time, he ain’t speak about that body, he a real one
