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Im in the street for real for real (Ya ya ya)
(Mhmhmm)

I got a few like to kill
I got a few like to kill for real for real
I never trip off a mill
I never trip off a mill for real for real
They gon pop you like a pill
They gon pop you like a pill for real for real
Got me spinning like a drill
Got me spinning like a (Woah hold up) (Woah)

I'm in the street for real for real
You like to rap what you don't know
You gon get smacked for real for real
And homie that's word to my Lolo
I'm a real street flippa
Asian with Roddy rich motives
We never talk to the opps you talk to the PO that's why my gun loaded
I'm in the street for real for real
You like to rap what you don't know
You gon get smacked for real for real
And homie that's word to my Lolo
I'm a real street flippa
Asian with Roddy rich motives
We never talk to the opps you talk to the PO that's why my gun loaded

If we talkin dope take you for a joke
You gon get smoked like woah (Like woah)
Sipping that syrup it got me so faded like I'm on the post like woah (Like woah)
Postin like Kobe like oh
I keep a forty fasho fasho
Winnin then trophy's like oh
Shoot you in your ghotie like oh no

I'm with the gang just give me the word we come through with them k's and we run it
You cannot hang like a broken coat hanger we take anything if we want it
Do not talk back I said do not talk back or you go to your room like your punished
Treat you like my son if you like it or not
You gon grow up if you get them hundreds

I got a few like to kill
I got a few like to kill for real for real
I never trip off a mill
I never trip off a mill for real for real
They gon pop you like a pill
They gon pop you like a pill for real for real
Got me spinning like a drill
Got me spinning like a (Woah hold up) (Woah)

I'm in the street for real for real
You like to rap what you don't know
You gon get smacked for real for real
And homie that's word to my Lolo
I'm a real street flippa
Asian with Roddy rich motives
We never talk to the opps you talk to the PO that's why my gun loaded
I'm in the street for real for real
You like to rap what you don't know
You gon get smacked for real for real
And homie that's word to my Lolo
I'm a real street flippa
Asian with Roddy rich motives
We never talk to the opps you talk to the PO that's why my gun loaded

Semi automatic and I crack it at a crackhead I'm a mother fucking savage when I pull up with the crew
More lines than a passage I be singing I b rapping I b making my own beats there ain't nothin I cant do
Took a little break just to master my craft but since I'm back bitch I'm back and you'll never have to wait
Flippas like to hate but that's the only thing I run on like America and Duncan and you know I just ate
(Hey hey hey)
I'm a real street flippa
And put that on my mama bitch I'm gettin to them commas and I'm tryna get more like every single day
(Hey hey hey)
Your a real fake flippa
And put that on my dad I'm a scratch you like a scab you a been had homie you a mother fucking rat

I got a few like to kill
I got a few like to kill for real for real
I never trip off a mill
I never trip off a mill for real for real
They gon pop you like a pill
They gon pop you like a pill for real for real
Got me spinning like a drill
Got me spinning like a (Woah hold up) (Woah)

I'm in the street for real for real
You like to rap what you don't know
You gon get smacked for real for real
And homie that's word to my Lolo
I'm a real street flippa
Asian with Roddy rich motives
We never talk to the opps you talk to the PO that's why my gun loaded
I'm in the street for real for real
You like to rap what you don't know
You gon get smacked for real for real
And homie that's word to my Lolo
I'm a real street flippa
Asian with Roddy rich motives
We never talk to the opps you talk to the PO that's why my gun loaded