paroles de chanson So Real (feat. C3 Guapo) - Veyster

I'll talk to yo bitch, get the fuck off my dick
I'll talk to my stick, get the fuck off my hip
We don't love you no more, you cannot be my bitch
We don't love you no more, you is not with the clique

Boy you sound like a snitch, need to stop need to quit
Smack the fuck out that bitch cause she touched on my lip
It was only a zip, how you ain't make it flip
How you say that you rich and you can't pay your rent

Get the fuck out my house, bitch I need you to go
I don't need me a wife, think I need me a hoe
I was pushing the Honda, got stuck in the snow
Now I drive SRT with my foot to the floor

I kept it on the low, but was trapping in school
Why the fuck do you lie about the things that you do
Bitch I want both of you, I am not finna choose
I can fuck any bitch that I want cause I'm smoove

Give a fuck about a bitch, I put my head down and get it
Nigga what the fuck you on, go ahead and throw a whole 50
Every time I fell down, I poured up, I got a sickness
Fucking on this bitch, I left it in, I'm a sickest

What the fuck, I been tripping, I don't know what I be on
I get high and hit the stu, with my friends and my V-Lone
Bad bitch want me to go, shit now I'm on the road
Features going up, they showing me a bag for a song

Niggas ain't believing in me, but I'm rolling, rolling, rolling
Shorty think I'm trying to fuck, but I'm trolling, trolling, trolling
In the headquarters chilling, lil nigga I ain't goin'
I just poured up a six, this nigga Myron, put a four in
Man these niggas don't get it, I'm in my bag on some real shit

How the fuck you in the field, you ain't ever take no field trips
I feel this, I'm the type to make a bill flip
Fuck that, I'm the type a nigga make a mil flip

All these hoes sound like bees, wanna suck my nectar
I need me a Keisha, don't want me a Heather
They said "who the best?", better say that I'm better
Ayy, gang that's too much, yo pop can't get no redder

Ayy, gang that's too much, bro I need you to stop
Yeah they say that's your bro, but he seem like a cop
He ain't seen me outside, but he seen a green dot
Don't nobody want beef, but I dream of a opp

Nowadays, these niggas kill you in your hometown
Look how they did Nip, I gotta go now
I ain't tripping off no cheese, I got my own now
I'm the type to buy the whole store and make they ass close down

I ain't tripping off this lil bitch, I'm finna pass it
Bro you cannot hit my wood, I ain't finna pass it
This Zay nigga hot as hell, he wanna get active
If you wanna make some cheese, lil nigga get at me

If you wanna make a play, I'm on the field, throw the damn ball
Why this bitch on my dick tripping? I ain't even break her walls
It can get like that, all I gotta do is make one call
But I'm boutta' change in my number, I ain't tripping off no damn calls

I ain't tripping off no damn calls