Lyrics Real G - Sneakbo, Fekky, Snap Capone

Real G

You best mind where you step
When it rains you don’t wanna get wet
On the wave, let me start up my jet
Got this big batty girl, that’s my south side sket
That’s dead, me never give a bitch head
Give her that D, nothing more nothing less
She got the Asian persuasion
bad bitches when I’m wavin'
She’s like Sneaks you’re the boss
I’m likin' your swag boy I’m falling in love
Looked in her face like you thing I’m a mug
I’mma beat out this girl till her pum pum is bust
Get fucked, tellin' all my niggas then cut
Bring a bag of weed, bring the drinks and the cups
Pour me a straw, I’m about to get sucked
By a nice lit chick, and her friends on my nut
Says she wants to dance with a gangsta
Made her back it up on my nine in my boxers
Slow down babe don’t show off
Big cock it might go off
We pop bottles till the lights go off
You ain’t coppin' no bottles yet, oh my gosh
Yeah, look at my expensive cloths
I bet your man ain’t got this watch
Yeah, I’m bossy and what
Bitch don’t tell me about your man
You’ll get your man robbed
Bitch don’t tell me about your man
You’ll get your man shanked
Might make your man work for me
And send your man shop
Truss, manna send a gyals man shop
Bitch don’t come and your man, you’ll get your man robbed
Bu-bu-bang bu-bu bang bang bang
The 44. long if the pussio acts up
Christian Louboutin for my main ho
If you don’t wanna beat, better stay at home
Swag check talkin'
Bitch I’m Snap Capone, nigga who is he?
Alexander McQueen in the black Benz
Wanna link the man and bring some buuf friends
I’m movin' A class in the A-Class
38 long that’s a tray dawg
I’m in the white Beamer with my white chick
Talking 40 bags, that’s a white brick
All I talk is money, try and comprehend
Got her them Isabel Marant to boost her confidence
I’m a real G, pass the Porsche keys
63 all white, milky
Big 4−4 in my Stoney
Head shot, tell a boy «Go sleep»