Boldy James, Real Bad Man - Sig Sauer lyrics
[Boldy James, Real Bad Man - Sig Sauer lyrics]
Yeah, Legend of Zelda big Creature
Uh huh, where we at? Ay
Look at my wrist, still ain't got time today
Too much designer swag, had to run it up
Andalé serving out of that gray Honda
I was selling on Rhonda, yeah
Niggas thought that they knew
Me my whole life
Never knew where my mama stay
So it's hard to put down the play
Send my young niggas down the way
Release the ether, black tar with the creamer
Showed 'em how to turn brown to gray
Left with a brick and a half
Came back with a hundred and ninety K
I can get all designer drugs depending
On how much niggas tryna pay
Every day a holiday, 'nother hustle
Dollar day "All he care about is the money"
Shit my baby mama's saying
Loafin' at the hideaway
Brick of Billie Holiday
Realest nigga in this shit 'cause I'm
The one that got away
I'm in the Drug Zone on Warwick
Watch that car up the street and
That truck on the corner
Keep a tuck on that Taurus
Serving clucks off of Forrer
We got Glocks, we got FNs
Ten mils and Sig Sauers
I'm in the Drug Zone on Warwick
Watch that car up the street and
That truck on the corner
Keep a tuck on that Taurus
Serving clucks off of Forrer
We got Glocks, we got FNs
Ten mils and Sig Sauers
Gerber bottles for the Redman
Saran wrap for the Method
Certified, tested and approved
Land contracts, i'm invested
Made man, quadruple OG
I've been handcuffed and arrested
All these Band-Aids
Got 'em on me like my hand cut ain't infected
Sliding in a 'mote controller car
Hopping hardware, betting on a bar
Pint of Wock' in a four part
Got the block slapping off the ozone bar
In the trap, you a co-star, Bo Jack
I'm a pro star
Big pole on me like a crowbar
Hundred fifty racks in my Goyard
Amiri denim with the clip hanging
See the strap pokin' in my Chrome Heart
Break bread, ribs, hundred dollar bills
Not too much different from a loan shark
Me and Guap still locked in
Still push a Benz like a go-kart
Inbox got a nigga boxed in
Streets left a nigga with a cold heart
I'm in the Drug Zone on Warwick
Watch that car up the street and
That truck on the corner
Keep a tuck on that Taurus
Serving clucks off of Forrer
We got Glocks, we got FNs
Ten mils and Sig Sauers
I'm in the Drug Zone on Warwick
Watch that car up the street and
That truck on the corner
Keep a tuck on that Taurus
Serving clucks off of Forrer
We got Glocks, we got FNs
Ten mils and Sig Sauers
I'm in the Drug Zone on Warwick
Watch that car up the street and
That truck on the corner
Keep a tuck on that Taurus
Serving clucks off of Forrer
We got Glocks, we got FNs
Ten mils and Sig Sauers
I'm in the Drug Zone on Warwick
Watch that car up the street and
That truck on the corner
Keep a tuck on that Taurus
Serving clucks off of Forrer
We got Glocks, we got FNs
Ten mils and Sig Sauers
Uh huh, where we at? Ay
Look at my wrist, still ain't got time today
Too much designer swag, had to run it up
Andalé serving out of that gray Honda
I was selling on Rhonda, yeah
Niggas thought that they knew
Me my whole life
Never knew where my mama stay
So it's hard to put down the play
Send my young niggas down the way
Release the ether, black tar with the creamer
Showed 'em how to turn brown to gray
Left with a brick and a half
Came back with a hundred and ninety K
I can get all designer drugs depending
On how much niggas tryna pay
Every day a holiday, 'nother hustle
Dollar day "All he care about is the money"
Shit my baby mama's saying
Loafin' at the hideaway
Brick of Billie Holiday
Realest nigga in this shit 'cause I'm
The one that got away
I'm in the Drug Zone on Warwick
Watch that car up the street and
That truck on the corner
Keep a tuck on that Taurus
Serving clucks off of Forrer
We got Glocks, we got FNs
Ten mils and Sig Sauers
I'm in the Drug Zone on Warwick
Watch that car up the street and
That truck on the corner
Keep a tuck on that Taurus
Serving clucks off of Forrer
We got Glocks, we got FNs
Ten mils and Sig Sauers
Gerber bottles for the Redman
Saran wrap for the Method
Certified, tested and approved
Land contracts, i'm invested
Made man, quadruple OG
I've been handcuffed and arrested
All these Band-Aids
Got 'em on me like my hand cut ain't infected
Sliding in a 'mote controller car
Hopping hardware, betting on a bar
Pint of Wock' in a four part
Got the block slapping off the ozone bar
In the trap, you a co-star, Bo Jack
I'm a pro star
Big pole on me like a crowbar
Hundred fifty racks in my Goyard
Amiri denim with the clip hanging
See the strap pokin' in my Chrome Heart
Break bread, ribs, hundred dollar bills
Not too much different from a loan shark
Me and Guap still locked in
Still push a Benz like a go-kart
Inbox got a nigga boxed in
Streets left a nigga with a cold heart
I'm in the Drug Zone on Warwick
Watch that car up the street and
That truck on the corner
Keep a tuck on that Taurus
Serving clucks off of Forrer
We got Glocks, we got FNs
Ten mils and Sig Sauers
I'm in the Drug Zone on Warwick
Watch that car up the street and
That truck on the corner
Keep a tuck on that Taurus
Serving clucks off of Forrer
We got Glocks, we got FNs
Ten mils and Sig Sauers
I'm in the Drug Zone on Warwick
Watch that car up the street and
That truck on the corner
Keep a tuck on that Taurus
Serving clucks off of Forrer
We got Glocks, we got FNs
Ten mils and Sig Sauers
I'm in the Drug Zone on Warwick
Watch that car up the street and
That truck on the corner
Keep a tuck on that Taurus
Serving clucks off of Forrer
We got Glocks, we got FNs
Ten mils and Sig Sauers