Real Recognize Real

[Verse 1:]

Aye, I be turnt up

Aye, I be turnt up

I hit hard like Sam Gumby

Kick game like I'm brand winning

Too inhibit, psychological termen

Either rap or no Jeffrey Dom

It's over Riverdale, Grove Street

Just a big Z, no I'm on the map

Put my hood, G's up

Bees up and hoes down

M.O.B. money over bitches

Can't get down to these pussy niggas

Don't fuck 2 things, police is snitches

Small glass man, no Willie Lynches

I'm a style but paper got me feelin richer

You know, so my dogs got all locked up

Just last night we were turnt up

Poppin bottles and a nigga like what

14000 in the air, pick it up

Next morning call the plane, now we locked up

Goddamn goddamn I thought that fucked up

[Interlude:]

See when I tell a nigga man you take gun was alike

Still tryin, don't know what the fuck gon happen man

5 hours later, 3 hours later

You know, 30 minutes later

You know, this shit be crazy nigga

You gotta hold your ass nigga, you know what I mean

Every bitch that look bad

Nigga ain't gonna be good for you nigga

Skip a ho nigga

You know I don't know right rims, or mine factory

Man I wear to a plain jane nigga

Get your motherfuckin head here, planned on me

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[Verse 2:]

I put yo dick in the dirt, make yo mama cry

Put you in that black box, wear the suit and tie

Fuck with Waka Flocka, dough house outside they gon while

3 3 3 350000 when I drove by

Every chance I get, shorty I just turn up

Make the wrong move, Bruster he gon burn ya

Bullets beat your chest

Slap yo face like turnup

They like Waka really not that hard

'Cause all he talkin bout er

I'm like boy I wish you try it

Hollow tip your diet

Turn this fuckin club into a motherfuckin riot

Every time yo baby mama see a nigga she excited

Every she want and need in this world I can buy it