Lyrics Real Life - BeatKing

Real Life

I swang a bitch with the paper tag
I copped the Wraith just to make em mad
I fuck a hoe look like Stacy Dash
I fuck these bitches in real life
All my hoes do a lot of blow
I make a hoe kiss another hoe
Club God I get a lot of dough
I get this paper in real life
It’s fuck a hater in real life
I drive these cars in real life
I fuck these broads in real life
Texas Hammers the squad in real life
Hold up hold up hold up hold up hold up
Bad bitch with me when I roll up
I get this paper in real life
It’s fuck these haters in real life
Zilla Zilla I’m the truth
Pull up in the coup with a swoop
I got that 'Lac with no roof
I got that Ac in my juice
You tryna jack then I shoot
Kill a nigga then I’m back in the booth
Your baby mom on my dick
I hit her from the back and then take off my swoopes
I got bitches, I got paper
Put the 'Lac on them swangers
You kiss hoes, that’s amazing
She suck dick, I can’t save her
That’s the code, bitch I’m throwed
Wrist is froze, pimpin' hoes
Tippin' fours, trunk exposed
With the neon lights before it close
BeatKing swingin' something mean
I got bread like
If your bitch on my dick on my Instagram pic tell her come clean
Cause you know Club got the
She call me daddy, no foster
I stay pissin' off these haters
Six years in, I ain’t exhausted
I swang a bitch with the paper tag
I copped the Wraith just to make em mad
I fuck a hoe look like Stacy Dash
I fuck these bitches in real life
All my hoes do a lot of blow
I make a hoe kiss another hoe
Club God I get a lot of dough
I get this paper in real life
It’s fuck a hater in real life
I drive these cars in real life
I fuck these broads in real life
Texas Hammers the squad in real life
Hold up hold up hold up hold up hold up
Bad bitch with me when I roll up
I get this paper in real life
It’s fuck these haters in real life
Bitch I’ve been stackin' this cake
I got the racks in my safe
Your hoe on my dick?
Nigga, oh well
She threw it back at my hotel
Passed her to my partners cause I’m generous
The shit you rap about I’m livin' it
That’s why your baby momma feelin' it
Ain’t no other nigga trill as this
I got percs, I got xans
I got mollies, whatchu need?
Mixed the shit with the lean
Now this bitch on her knees
I didn’t do it, it was the drugs
All these strippers showin' me love
Club Godzilla, ain’t no other nigga trilla
Pull up in a mothafuckin' three wheeler
Sittin' on the floor with a hoe
I run Texas, you ain’t know
Not for play, nigga real life
I had a threesome with your real wife
Like Bun B I live a trill life
If it ain’t foreign it don’t feel right
They done discontinued Ac
Cause out of town niggas can’t pop a seal right
I swang a bitch with the paper tag
I copped the Wraith just to make em mad
I fuck a hoe look like Stacy Dash
I fuck these bitches in real life
All my hoes do a lot of blow
I make a hoe kiss another hoe
Club God I get a lot of dough
I get this paper in real life
It’s fuck a hater in real life
I drive these cars in real life
I fuck these broads in real life
Texas Hammers the squad in real life
Hold up hold up hold up hold up hold up
Bad bitch with me when I roll up
I get this paper in real life
It’s fuck these haters in real life