Xanman, Boowop - Real Lifer lyrics

954 Mafia if you ain't tuned in to DJ
Uncle Lieek Lieek you bullshittin’
I'm a real-lifer, yeah, yeah

I'm a real nigga I’m a real lifer
Rap nigga need to go to a cypher
TEC-9 hangin' out of the Viper, yeah
Call she skirt off in a Chrysler
Bag on me now I look like a hiker
Two bars make a nigga feel hyper
Walk down I'ma creep like a tiger
Put his daughter on the grip with a lighter
Come in the stu' shot him and his writer
Wipe the blood off the car with the wipers
He got killed from a tweet man they siced him
Thought he had Wock' that's apple cider
Send the addy' we gon' say we invite him
Cuz hate whole time it’s idle
U-U spin the bin with no title

Boowop walk down when I’m hittin' the rifle
Ain’t choosin' no pick I
Ain't doin' no raffle
Got horsepower get a saddle

Shootin’ at niggas codeine in my bladder
I was down bad 'til I learned how to flip
185 come and get you a zip
Talk tough on the 'Gram but
In person get dipped
Designer Dope Boys everyday we be cakin'
View ain't talkin' 'bout Haitian
Homicide Boy by affiliation
(Homicide Homicide)
Shootin' at niggas no hesitation
Stuck in the hood I don't take vacation
Me and Xan' history in the making while
These rap niggas steady hatin' and

I'm a real nigga I'm a real lifer
Rap nigga need to go to a cypher
TEC-9 hangin' out of the Viper, yeah
Call she skirt off in a Chrysler
Bag on me now I look like a hiker
Two bars make a nigga feel hyper
Walk down I'ma creep like a tiger
Put his daughter on the grip with a lighter
Come in the stu' shot him and his writer
Wipe the blood off the car with the wipers
He got killed from a tweet man they siced him
Thought he had Wock' that's apple cider
Send the addy' we gon' say we invite him
Cuz hate whole time it's idle
U-U spin the bin with no title

600 clips no Black Disciples
This ain't Fortnite ain't no revival
Lil Jojo get hit off your 'cycle
These niggas change like they on they cycle
Cuz say he want and it's final, yeah
You shot a basketball I shot a rifle
I put a QP like a spiral
We ain't beefin' holmes you not my rival
White mans now they callin' me Michael
Asian for a lick I feel like Swiper
Cuz say "You rob a plug?" well I might've
Sweevy bust a script go to the
Hole in his head like he had a visor
I sent the addy well time you arrivin'
Cuz bluffin' when he know he not slidin'

I'm a real nigga I'm a real lifer
Rap nigga need to go to a cypher
TEC-9 hangin' out of the Viper, yeah
Call she skirt off in a Chrysler
Bag on me now I look like a hiker
Two bars make a nigga feel hyper
Walk down I'ma creep like a tiger
Put his daughter on the grip with a lighter
Come in the stu' shot him and his writer
Wipe the blood off the car with the wipers
He got killed from a tweet man they siced him
Thought he had Wock' that's apple cider
Send the addy' we gon' say we invite him
Cuz hate whole time it's idle
U-U spin the bin with no title

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