Real Talk Lyrics

Man, fuck rapping
I don't need that shit, nigga

Ay look (get in there)
Real talk, I ain't even gotta rap
As a matter of fact, after this track, I'm going right back to the trap
Can't fuck with these niggas, they cap
Um, I'm in the pot and I got it from scratch
I hope they see me with the key to the Lexus
Robbed with the strap
Chickens in Memphis like Project Pat
Bitch in the Fendi, but the bags in the Bentley
Rockstar, he a outcast
Shoes cost a nigga three stacks
Nigga better check the stats
I cut the pack like I'm Samurai Jack
I want the Rarri, not the Hellcat
Trapstar, where the bales at?
You a rap nigga, you ain't sell packs

Ay man, rockstar trapstar
Difference between me and these rap niggas, like
I don't even gotta rap
That shit I trap for real
Where them niggas is? What?

Hell nah, I ain't trying to rap with these niggas
Wasn't on the block, they ain't firing shots
I ain't never trapped with these niggas
Hand like pistol whip with the backhand on these niggas
Call up my youngins, I know they gon' get you
Fresh every day like I'm taking a picture
I caught your bitch and I'm taking her with me
I'm in Australia with a bitch named Sydney
I got the white girl, Lohan Lindsay
Yeah, Marqo don't flex with them records, spin me
Rockstar, John Lennon
Chrome hearts and they tinted
Pussy niggas get offended
Fuck sending shots
Nigga, I'm the hitter
I don't fuck with these rap