AzChike, Rucci, Baby Stone Gorillas - 5Real lyrics

(you can really do that tommy)
I cook dope like for real
I sauce up let it speel
I walk water like gills
You ain't eat it till your
Money on the millz

Take a nigga shit and he won't get it back
(get it back)
Run around with a mini mac (we into that)
Yeah i'm really from where i be chillin at
You can tell that i bang about my fitted cap
Bust a nigga head for the fuck of it
(for the fuck of it)
Fuck a bitch from the hood im a dust bucket
Like what up bitch fuck something
Bitch suck something
Glock 19 I don't trust notin
Right now we in the bay, I'm with big chad
(big chad) i'm with baby stone
I'm tryna touch a big bag
I don't play boy no big sad
No zig zag, no drig drag

Hotdog walk a nigga with his bitch ass
Fat top, make a nigga slimp fast
Shoulda texted you bitch like simp bag
Took his place cause she don't
Know her rеal dad
Bitch a real nigga you don't
Need no real ass
Gave a opp a pass and I'm still mad
God knows I shoulda beep
Boppеd beat his ass'
You ain't never seen a like
I'm a walking stash
Okay diamonds like water I'm a walking flash
Told that bitch i need money tryna offer ass
Nigga, wit the opps you apart of that
Glock like a bad barber put
Your shit farther back
Look, I cook dope like for real
Look, I sauce up let it speel
I walk water like gills
You ain't eat till your money on the millz
Hot sauce up make it speel
I walk water like gills
You ain't eaten till your money on the millz

Don't ask where im from you can
Tell by my face tats
Go against the gang we gone
Leave that nigga face flat rucci like north
North I told her bring the j rats
I'm with the baby stones I'm with
The ones who don't play that
Bring a Glock and tape it up
You know we with the jogging up
He tried to ran and tripped what he
Thought we wasn't gonna chalk him up
Five time, no cuts BSG we ain't got no smut
Been in the field i told my niggas live it up
I need a big bad tired of
Waiting on that double up
Forever fuck the opps check the
Score bitch we been up you niggas not
(fanty?) i know it's hard to keep up
I ain't have shit now these niggas
They want to be us i ain't want to hear you
Resume like a b plus
Tryna go against the gang you
Niggas better team up
They say they hangin out side
We gotta free one and when we been in niggas
Blocks we gonna clean em

Road bitch I gotta bag she betta be
I drop a percy in the wok just so
That i can get my lean on
Dope dick, I'm the nigga that she fiend for
Attitude like a mean hoe
Little momma in the diss told her ding dong
I'm a ape you monkey bitch im king kong
Choppa hit that nigga in his
Mouth now his teeth gone
Ballin on these niggas for a
Quarter with no cheat code
Throw it back then she smile she a freak ho
Got the juice tie it pico
She like to look me in my
Eyes when she deep throat
But she ain't tryna blow a
Bag she a cheap hoe
8 street slidin on the pole with
The blicky take him down
All fades to the back
Ain't turnin nothing down
I'm military fn leavin see through lines
Like a hole puncher stole runner
And them fades 5thousand bape shoes my
Louis chucks cost a lite bag
But a paid all flus I letter buss it down
And back it up and play wit dog food
Last nigga got a head up I gotta max him out
Wit that lil nigga on his 5
I had him tappin out
Same shit you be cappin bout
We really live that life
Keep that flame rag to the right
And grip my pistol tight
Bounty jail and fades arive bracken
Niggas run and hide
(clized)? up baby stone trippin and
I'm bang the 5

Yeah, yeah we on these niggas
Next they can't breathe none
Hit the block they see our
Face they gone freeze up
I don't know bout yo team but my team up
If we ain't on the alcohol pour the lean up
Today is no blacks I'm just
Rollin hella weed up
But junkie on me ten i just
Had to beat a fiend up
Watchout 5 slow down you just
Almost spilled my lean cup
We're outside right now i we finna T up