Real Niggas Lyrics

Featuring Doe B, Shad da God, Yung Booke & Big Kuntry

(Intro)
They make believe these niggas too fake
Make believe these niggas too fake

(Hook)
Louie V's on our shoelace
Drank and lean like a Kool-Aid
VVVs ain't no foolies
They make believe these niggas too fake
I fuck with real niggas and bad bitches
Got the real niggas and bad bitches
Real niggas and bad bitches
Now where my real niggas and bad bitches?

(Verse)
Gold Rollie, VM1's
Chain bussin like Vietnam
See it with you, no bling bling on
Like a canister of a cheech and chong
No shoe strings, I mean Louie Vuitton
No 2 chainz, I got 30 on
You niggas boring us so repeat ‘cause
I'm a big dog, you're a peon
Bad bitches and real niggas
Polo, no he a figure
‘Cause playas only look what recipes check,
But I'm still pimpin
It ain't dead, I'm still livin
Dead Prez is my true religion
I'm too hot, I need a cool assistant
Call the cops cuz my roof is missin

(Verse)
Sippin lean like a Kool-Aid
White bitches like T-Pain
Getting bung here, getting too paid
Diamond clip like Bluray
And I love it nigga, you too faded
We've been essential on the little man
You try to hide or you can try to say
M mind, I'mma still hang

(Hook)
Louie V's on our shoelace
Drank and lean like a Kool-Aid
VVVs ain't no foolies
They make believe these niggas too fake
I fuck with real niggas and bad bitches
Got the real niggas and bad bitches
Real niggas and bad bitches
Now where my real niggas and bad bitches?

(Verse)
Alfie cleared OCD
Fuck around, put a pimp on a CD
Who the fuck got a bank round this dish
We done pull up like re re
AP and wet with the VV
It's the same thing on my necklace
I don't be facin my dealers just like she on front of the magazine
30 rounds in the magazine
Fresh out that jet, lil bitch we travelling
Smoking on gasoline,
All I needs is sorta oh fairly
Yea, on Einstein I'm geek
Said fuck D in the street
I'm yelling lines in these streets yea

(Verse)
Real niggas and bad bitches
Cash getting yo ass kissed
Count 20 diamonds like 10 minutes
Got a foreign whip with yo bitch in it
Hustle Gang, my team winnin
Sleep then and when I'm still sippin
Wanna pop the clip and you get rippin
I'mma fuck around this of the Louie tinters
And it's all about the paper
You block just sweat like the Lakers
Uh, west side, they know me
Two times, we go deep
Louie's got blood on my hoffy
Broke nigga, G.D.O.D.
I shout like one of Birdman to you
Smoking OD OP

(Hook)
Louie V's on our shoelace
Drank and lean like a Kool-Aid
VVVs ain't no foolies
They make believe these niggas too fake
I fuck with real niggas and bad bitches
Got the real niggas and bad bitches
Real niggas and bad bitches
Now where my real niggas and bad bitches?

(Verse)
LV's, true religion
All these racks can't fit up in it
VVS got blood in it
My money longer than life sentence
Her pussy good like so full
Yo main bitch is my old news
She got the red bottoms, Jimmy choose
I ain't get that bitch a pair of house shoes
Red box, Donatella
All my men jumpin off the porch
All my niggas be going for broke
I'm mad talkin like sky story
Styrofoam, double cup
Blowin up bout 2 4's
The baddest bitch you ever seen
Like stolen rims, she's on all 4's

(Bridge)
Fuck them fuck niggas, I know they hate us
‘Cause all my niggas getting paper
50 bottles, we got em raised up
I might fuck them hoes, so why you got em caged up?

(Hook)
Louie V's on our shoelace
Drank and lean like a Kool-Aid
VVVs ain't no foolies
They make believe these niggas too fake
I fuck with real niggas and bad bitches
(All my bitches bad)
Got the real niggas and bad bitches
(All my niggas real)
Real niggas and bad bitches
(All my bitches bad)
Now where my real niggas and bad bitches?
(All my niggas real)