Viper - I'm A Real Ger lyrics
[Viper - I'm A Real Ger lyrics]
You gon' see you dealing with a real G
A fake sense of security you
Got from your homie you gon' see
You dealing with a real G
A fake sense of security you
Got from your homie
I don't understand these niggas
Riding with them bustas like, sis my nigga
What the fuck can another nigga do for you
But talk behind your back, dumbass fool?
But ya'll bustas steady riding
Packed like bitches
I can't tell if you gals, niggas, or snitches
And to top it off you're
Scheming on niggas riches
I hope you coming this way
Cause I'm leaving you twitchin'
But it ain't just ya'll
It's other rappers too
Dick riding other rappers to
Get a record deal
You got other rappers nuts in
Your mouth like a girl
Don't ever bring a rap war to my world
Cause you gon' get defeated
And a new career you gon' be needin'
Back to working at Micky D's
And back to livin' with mommy
You gon' see you dealing with a real G
A fake sense of security you
Got from your homie you gon' see
You dealing with a real G
A fake sense of security you
Got from your homie
So my heat, stays on my shelf
For boys who ain't man enough
To flow by themself
Gotta have another nigga with ya
But this nine will make both
Ya faggots get the picture split ya wig
Right open and leave the coroner scopin'
How many bullets lead to your demise?
And what kind of bullet went
In between your boys eyes
Suprise, bitch niggas ya'll stanking
Suprise, i'm still banking
Back to balling and making that cheese
While your taxed and smelling
Pushing up daisies
Now, the stories been told
Motherfuck you and your bitchass home
Stop riding with niggas that's old news
And ride solo, fool
You gon' see you dealing with a real G
A fake sense of security you
Got from your homie you gon' see
You dealing with a real G
A fake sense of security you
Got from your homie
A fake sense of security you
Got from your homie you gon' see
You dealing with a real G
A fake sense of security you
Got from your homie
I don't understand these niggas
Riding with them bustas like, sis my nigga
What the fuck can another nigga do for you
But talk behind your back, dumbass fool?
But ya'll bustas steady riding
Packed like bitches
I can't tell if you gals, niggas, or snitches
And to top it off you're
Scheming on niggas riches
I hope you coming this way
Cause I'm leaving you twitchin'
But it ain't just ya'll
It's other rappers too
Dick riding other rappers to
Get a record deal
You got other rappers nuts in
Your mouth like a girl
Don't ever bring a rap war to my world
Cause you gon' get defeated
And a new career you gon' be needin'
Back to working at Micky D's
And back to livin' with mommy
You gon' see you dealing with a real G
A fake sense of security you
Got from your homie you gon' see
You dealing with a real G
A fake sense of security you
Got from your homie
So my heat, stays on my shelf
For boys who ain't man enough
To flow by themself
Gotta have another nigga with ya
But this nine will make both
Ya faggots get the picture split ya wig
Right open and leave the coroner scopin'
How many bullets lead to your demise?
And what kind of bullet went
In between your boys eyes
Suprise, bitch niggas ya'll stanking
Suprise, i'm still banking
Back to balling and making that cheese
While your taxed and smelling
Pushing up daisies
Now, the stories been told
Motherfuck you and your bitchass home
Stop riding with niggas that's old news
And ride solo, fool
You gon' see you dealing with a real G
A fake sense of security you
Got from your homie you gon' see
You dealing with a real G
A fake sense of security you
Got from your homie