Real One - Lil Poppa

Dubba-AA flexin'

Louie Bandz made another one

Couple hundred thousand just to spend, I still got some in the bank

Hit up my jeweler, cop them diamonds just to drip like a sink

Don’t give a fuck who ain’t down with me, I know who is and who ain’t

And they gon' talk so let 'em talk, who gives a fuck what they think?

We hit they block, hop out the car, make sure you hit in the face

Go hit that lick, be in and out, lil' nigga, pick up the pace

Just signed a deal, run up them M’s, I’m tryna cop me a Wraith

Ain’t shit changed, same old shit, I’m in the bricks every day

I’m in a hotbox with a thot-thot dodgin' cop cars

Jail bars, I can’t go there, lil' nigga, hell no

To the grave, you know gangsters told me secrets I can’t tell y’all

Finesse gang, that’s the same shit we used to sell y’all

Finna put VVS’s in the watch 'cause them the real ones

And I’ma kill all my opps 'cause I don’t feel them

Came straight up off that block, I used to live there

She say, «Poppa, I just love the way you walk 'cause you a real one»

All these blue hundreds, they can’t fit inside a wallet, these the real ones

And no, I don’t go speak about no body, I’m a real one

My nigga got jammed, he kept it solid, he a real one

He did his time, he ain’t speak about that body, he a real one

I got niggas that be down to catch a body, they for real

Cut you off, you ain’t real, no hard feelings, love still there

Every day I’m in the opps' section, we used to drill there

Every day I’m in the opps' section like I live there

I just spent them bands all on a necklace, it say «Poppa,» baby

I just put my kids all on her tongue 'cause she was talkin', baby

I just put designer on my feet, check how I’m walkin', baby

And I might drop them racks all on my teeth, check how I’m talkin', baby

And every other night we on your street, yeah, we been stalkin', baby

Like a bat at night we creep, no we don’t sleep, we some vultures, baby

Ask me how I’m doin', I’m doin' well, life is awesome, baby

Cross me, make your life a living hell, it’s gon' cost you, baby

Finna put VVS’s in the watch 'cause them the real ones

And I’ma kill all my opps 'cause I don’t feel them

Came straight up off that block, I used to live there

She say, «Poppa, I just love the way you walk 'cause you a real one»

All these blue hundreds, they can’t fit inside a wallet, these the real ones

And no, I don’t go speak about no body, I’m a real one

My nigga got jammed, he kept it solid, he a real one

He did his time, he ain’t speak about that body, he a real one