Lyrics Real Gas (Feat. Waka Flocka) - Gucci Mane , Waka Flocka Flame

i'm in a real dooly, my life a real movie
your girlfriend want to change her heart she is a real groupie
i'm rocking real diamonds, you rocking real fluid
and this is not a water gun, this is a real uzi
i got more motherfucking money than a preacher, hoe
i'm like a million dollars richer than a week ago
got so much jewelry on i look just like a jewelry store
if you a bad bitch then why you wearing sneakers for?
you say you're balling, what you sitting in the bleachers for?
rolls royce, a head shot, but my charger is a body blow
if you don't suck it right then i guess i gotta teach the hoe
i'm smoking swishers not the same shit wiz khalifa blow
i'm smoking real gas, spend money real fast
lil' momma say shit but i wonder if that's a real act
i want her real bad, i got a real bag
i got it on with a long way, i got that real cash
i roll with real niggas, i'm talking real killers
and i suggest you stay in line, we got real bad tempers
i'm rocking' real prada, i'm rocking real louie
these other suckers out here imposters on the real gucci
this is a onetime' selling weed, mollies, zans
steal from me, i'm killing all close friends
he smoking dope out of chicken bones and soda cans
clang county, that's gang land, my shooters, they got shooters, man
he wanna rob, better change his plans
when they run in his house everybody backing out and they shooting, man
if you want the pass him river dell i'm out here send 100 bands
on 85, that's real shit, flex too much and get your dome kicked
can't stand a lame and a broke bitch
it ain't hard to tell, nigga, i'm the man
can't fuck with soldiers or middle man
so i'm a boss nigga, do boss shit
like a gd, i'm a boss bitch, hanging out the window with a chopstick
got leather gloves with no mask
when i hit a leak just to let you know who took your shit
you lame as hell, you a free pick
my young niggas, they'll murk your ass for a half a brick
need to rob, that's my free, bitch
i'm smoking real gas, spend money real fast
lil' momma say shit but i wonder if that's a real act
i want her real bad, i got a real bag
i got it on with a long way, i got that real cash
i roll with real niggas, i'm talking real killers
and i suggest you stay in line, we got real bad tempers
i'm rocking' real prada, i'm rocking real louie
these other suckers out here imposters on the real gucci