Real Nigga lyrics

[Hook]

Fuck wrong with these niggas, huh? What?

You got me fucked up

You, you fucking with a real nigga

Get your man, dog. What? Alright

You fuck around, get killed nigga. What?

Calm down, I get it cracking, lil nigga, alright. Calm Down

Fuck around, get killed nigga

[Verse 1]

Come and take this walk with me through these Philly streets

Where niggas get smoked, knocked out they sneaks

Balling with them 30s, clutching on that heat

Mask on at your door, ain’t no trick or treat

Only fuck with real niggas that’s gonna ride

I clap five, pussy nigga, make your mama cry

Juiced and perked up (a bunch of angry niggas.)

Niggas pussies, I don’t hang with niggas

I can’t bang, I can’t slang with niggas

I get in my bag, I start banging niggas

I’m maxing out, I’m in the booth now

G-G-Going hard, doin' this shit for Snupe now

You see a target, better shoot, clown

They want me stacking macros, eating soups now

Core back to care, where my Zeus now

Suck niggas

[Hook]

Fuck wrong with these niggas, huh? What?

You got me fucked up

You, you fucking with a real nigga

Get your man, dog. What? Alright

You fuck around, get killed nigga. What?

Calm down, I get it cracking, lil nigga, alright. Calm Down

Fuck around, get killed nigga

[Verse 2: French Montana]

Niggas pussy, I don’t hang with niggas

Free Pee, free Max, they tryna hang my niggas

Niggas broke, probably mixing up the coke with the dirty Sprite

Run up on your Ghost with a dirty bike

Talk work, you know we got it

Catch him slipping, know we got him too late to make shanum

We done started from the ground, nigga

Drop bag man, lift you with the ground, nigga

Hottest and they up, is you stupid, nigga?

Coke Boys shout to Melly, RIP Snupe nigga

Money never changed us, never changed niggas

Same street, same beef, we the same niggas

Now from the plane to the boat, from the boat to the plane

For the game, slanging coke

Fuck wrong with these niggas?

[Hook]

Fuck wrong with these niggas, huh? What?

You got me fucked up

You, you fucking with a real nigga

Get your man, dog. What? Alright

You fuck around, get killed nigga. What?

Calm down, I get it cracking, lil nigga, alright. Calm Down

Fuck around, get killed nigga

[Verse 3]

Lately I’m full of niggas got me fucked up

I'm chasing money out here, tryna come up

They like "Do we ride? Do his guns (?)"

Well check my resume, you got me fucked up

Been a wild nigga ever since a young buck

Making sales all day, I’m so hard, am I nuts?

It’s all for pay, still I ain’t made enough

All these rapping niggas wannabees acting up

Rock a bottle, shake them down, show them who’s rapping now

All we know is on sight, we can get it cracking now

Never will you catch me slip, always keep my ratchet, clown

Hands on with the situation (never backing down)

Never was a pussy nigga, never got smacked around

Last nigga tried on my life, he got popped around

Clap nigga, clown with me, I ain’t came to fuck around

We gonna slide on these niggas

[Hook]

Fuck wrong with these niggas, huh? What?

You got me fucked up

You, you fucking with a real nigga

Get your man, dog. What? Alright

You fuck around, get killed nigga. What?

Calm down, I get it cracking, lil nigga, alright. Calm Down

Fuck around, get killed nigga