Letras
Real Bad Man
Ay, ay, G Block baby, nigga
Huh, yeah, brrt, yeah-yeah-yeah
How do it feel knowin' that your homies dyin' over nothin'?
Swing that baby ARP all in public
Since 13 I been steppin', yeah, walkin' niggas down showin' no remorse
Caught me one that never leave the house, you still ain't leave the porch
The Drac' shoot niggas, you ain't heard about the last nigga that I did
Weird, on granny, I left two victims
Hop out the strike, strike down his block with two pistols
Fuck a 3, fuck a 2 and I drop 5's in every city
Go ask Waunte from the Tribe, he gon' tell you I get busy
Threw a 30 back and popped another one 'cause it ain't hit me
Tryna catch one with my TIO, and lock it in with him
Janky a fag, why y'all ain't X him out the hood, he pulled a Diddy
Expensive fashion, jumped out in Dior's, I was lookin' clean
Four nickel, slammed a nigga on his head, like he got DDT'd
Draks got jump shot, shot the pussy nigga shootin' from the 3
Pushed up, he ain't wanna throw his 3z, he was coppin' pleas
She gon' give the bag to me 'cause she love me
Checkin' trap from this lil' cougar bitch, I ain't Dougy
Poured a four in a blue Mountain Dew, I like 'em muddy
Been in the South for four years, still ain't met a nigga hard enough to touch me
Caught a opp on Scribner Street and dropped a hunnid
Kasino world, went and had to get up on that for my brother
Ain't got my mask, but they was there, so I'm like fuck it
Blocked the opp numbers, bitch don't FaceTime me unless we bumpin'
Got pictures throwin' G's when I was three years old, I been thuggin'
Score four to one they still ain't got back for that boy, niggas rubbish
Hellcat, this a SRT, they ain't catchin' this
Smoked they homie, they ain't get the message, we came back again
Arguin' with Chai like, "Bro, I think I got the better skits"
He looked at me like, "Nigga who you think you better than?
We all step on shit nigga, that's how it get"
Never drive unless I'm drivin' bouncin' out, that's the type of shit I'm with
Can't find a hot car, I'm bouncin' out my Benz
Slap 'em plates off, Gales you know I'm wit' that gangsta shit
Drivin' through like I'm tryna order food, but I'm on that
Spoke on the G's, same day he took a dome tap
We done smoked a few Crips, but we ain't do it 'bout no red flags
Don't get no passes 'cause you B's, you could still get the belt
That DreamLlife shit brin' nightmares, why Rizzy get the belt
He got popped and dissed pops, you shoulda dissed them niggas Gales
Don't gotta bring my four niggas, I could spin the 5 myself
Through Oak Park with lil' Leebo, we ain't see nobody else
I put a couple niggas up, I know I'm goin' straight to hell
Told Dee Boy when he shoot the A, let the neck catch the shell, that's a shell catcher
This bitch gon' tear them bands off, and I just met her, ain't she perfect for me?
See my opp brother died, I was hurtin' for him
Sike, don't it hurt, bitch? Bounce out shootin' everybody out there like this was my first skit
Ain't get this rank for nothin' Gales, Jz I had to earn this
Smoke a nigga, left the house with the same blick he got burnt with
Last seven skits used a switch, on my daddy I ain't miss
Real killer, my lil' niggas get DP when they miss
Ay, them bitches jam, Gz I don't fuck with vector clips
They just look nice
Threw the 45 clip in the Drakey clip 'cause it look right
Spin they shit, I'm tryna see what niggas hood like
They got Dracs we got Dracs, Gales this gon' be a good fight
She gave me head then she pay me, had a good night
Left the house then got spanked, before you cross the street, look twice, G Block