Lyrics Harlem Realist - Zico, Bis, MizOrMac

Harlem Realist

Spartans realist
Harlem drillers
Dot 45 and spinners
Samurai swords and dippers
Love brown and peng
Get bands and bread
Round violent men
It’s kenny bop when man ride on gems
Grab the gloves and that hoodie
Spartans Ku I mean fully
Go by the name of zeeks boogie
Splash man down and then boogie
Shouts to opps them man bully
Man Kenny Bop like what’s goody
Amnesia buds and that cookie
We flexing far for them wookies
We splash GG and bells
Naghz Max with that 12
MizOrMac with the swords
Gang gang man that’s hell
Free the mandem in jail
Put food all up on them scales
See dem man there they move sonic
Got red knuckles for them tails
Spartans realist, Harlem drillers
Dot Dot 45 and spinners
Samurai swords and dippers
Love brown and peng
Get bands and bread
Run violent men
It’s kenny bop when man ride on gems
Every day’s misch mash
Ten toes from them slags
Junkies now grandad
Different kits and they cat
SA MizOrMac, splash
Dip them man and they lag
Naghz Max, Ku to the max
Don’t you know bro like that
Me and SA smile when my man drop
Should’ve got gwop
Old boy KuKu bop with da ting from cod
Look, when beef comes man rides
Spartans bop and make them man cry
Got Naghz Max on my side
Free up super Sav, that’s my guy
We don’t snitch on gangs, you two lie
Spartans realist, Harlem drillers
Dot Dot 45 and spinners
Samurai swords and dippers
Love brown and peng
Get bands and bread
Run violent men
It’s kenny bop when man ride on gems
Man down, possessed
Like the devil sent medals after them metals sits in your chest
Pedal pedal from feds
Done mortor way with that peng
I’m on Kenny lane with some vex M, Bud, Nino with skeng
Ten toes on gems
We creeped up before it was opps and it was my friends
Jugg, money, money and skengs
My life is ments
He was running and ducking and ducking until he just ran out of breath
Skengs pon peds
You ain’t shot then you would’ve been dead
I miss my friends
I felt dumb and clumsy
Let it off in my rim just over my bench
That Glock corn is intense
That day if I step
Corn would have kick out a big man’s chest
Harlem Spartans get bread
See dickheads trip up drop and get cheffed
Spartans realist, Harlem drillers
Dot Dot 45 and spinners
Samurai swords and dippers
Love brown and peng
Get bands and bread
Run violent men
It’s kenny bop when man ride on gems
Spartans realist, Harlem drillers
Dot Dot 45 and spinners
Samurai swords and dippers
Love brown and peng
Get bands and bread
Run violent men
It’s kenny bop when man ride on gems