Songtexte Real Shit - OMB Peezy , ShooterGang Kony

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Oh, man, they done got me on that bullshit
Lurkin' at night with a chopper 'cause these niggas pussy
I'll never ever do no dog shit with a pussy
Hit him two times, I had that nigga shaking in the bushes
All road, baby, still on that fuck your baby mama
You can't handle drama, fuck that, you can't handle trauma
Thirty deep speedin', bitch, you catchin' bullets like a condom

Peezy, let me know somethin', nigga, I'ma flip his Honda
Oak Park baby, hit the trenches with a thirty-eight
I can take you on a trip or send you to them Heaven gates
Thirty in the Drac', hit his boy, make him levitate
Shark star shooter, kick his dome, start to renovate
Ayy, Peezy on that same old shit
I gotta flip his load again, he drive the same old whip
I gotta hit you, if you duck, then I'ma hit your bitch
It's Hell Gang, let me show you 'bout this Grade A wrist

Look, come to that bottom, let me show you 'bout this Grade A dope
Where niggas die quick if they don't play they role
Take my soul, hell nah, you can take one to the nose
Be a thug and do an O, you wouldn't wan' come to the Grove
If I'm clutchin' and the gun show, know I'm 'bout to blow
Ski mask and a hoodie, no face, case closed
Catch a shot to the head for even thinkin' I'm a ho

Shot him in the street after his bitch ass froze, huh?
Ayy, you hardbody, let me know somethin'
If the suckers jump a nigga, I'ma choke one
I won't let him woof about a human 'til he smoke one
Only color red, catch blood, I'ma blow somethin'
Shooters in my corner, if he slippin', throw a whole hun'
Glizzy with a drum, you ain't never even hold one
Tote the same thing, I'ma laugh at that old gun
Glock 21, if I hit, that's a home run

Broke bum bitch keep asking to let her hold somethin'
Fuck no, keep suckin' this dick and drink some more cum
Four somethin', I'm outside lurkin' with a long gun
Ask your mama why she cryin', I got the wrong son

Mama asked me why my glizzy got a stick
I told 'em if they shoot your baby, gotta throw the clip
I got alphabet hoes always cryin' 'bout the dick
I'm a dog, I be lyin' to the bitch

Look, long stroker got her cryin' while I'm behind the lil' bitch
Bitch, throw that shit back, you better not grind on my dick
I wanna bust a brain, but they be hidin' and shit

Google every killer, we be slidin' and shit
Glass bowl Chevy, ain't no hidin' in that whip
They like, "Brodie brought a lion in this bitch"
If you got a name, ain't no hidin' from this clip
Nigga, try me in this club, catch a body in this bitch, real shit