Artist: Trippie Redd f/ SknnyBlu3 Album: Old Self (Mixtape) Song: Real Typed by: AZ Lyrics [Trippie Redd] Woah ay Real nigga been a real nigga (haha) Woah ay Ay! Real nigga been a real nigga Hangin' with some shooters pop you like a pill nigga (hey) I took that mofuckin' Galil nigga Yeah you talkin shit then blood will get spilt nigga Good nigga I might just need the apron And all these niggas fake as fuck I swear they on some snake shit They wasn't ready for trippie redd's greatness Now I'm ballin on some stupid shit Long long way home I'm from a different planet like I'm ET I beat the pussy up like a beat? No DP Every time I'm in the pussy so deep I beat the pussy till she so weak Yeah the flow crazy and it's so discreet Yeah I dare anybody to try me Twin Glocks got them niggas looking Siamese Smoking dope I'm looking Chinese I dare y'all niggas come try me I send a couple shots like a IV You a lil nigga imma need some ID' I dare y'all niggas come find me Balling like I'm Peyton Manning Bad bitch tryna get up in them panties I'ma pop the pussy like a fucking xanny yeah Haha, Like a xanny! I'ma sing to the pussy win a Grammy Win a Grammy Hop-hop in a venom nigga no Danny No Danny Phantom (woah) Woah ay Real nigga been a real nigga Woah ay Real nigga been a real nigga Real nigga been a real nigga (sknny blu3 baby) Got some real niggas that'll deal with ya (huh?) Real nigga been a real nigga (real nigga) Always stayed around some real niggas [SknnyBlu3] Yeah Look I just got a new thang for the summer Two seated coupe thang for the summer When I skate through they callin me a stunter But fuck that, I'm readied up all winner and that's one hunnid You an emotion nigga and that's a bummer I stay smarter and y'all just gettin dumber Y'all make it easy, I'm chill inside of Italy and Brindisi And when I spend they look like he another species And lil niggas look like blue can you teach me The white boys like man he's beasty I'm eatin' skinny nigga fat boy belly bitch I'm feasting Show them how to do it I'm the teacher Speak wisdom to a nigga I'm a preacher They say I'm weird like I'm a creature They gon' say this heart is just a teaser (Ay) bunch of killers, murders, shootouts, the wild west 'Round here be safe, get you a vest And when you speak to me it better be about a check And when I come through stay fresh to impress Murders, killers, the wild west Niggas still hatin' so I'm walking with clips Killers with me, few bloods, few crips Don't get caught in the mix, don't get caught in the mix And it can always get bad in the summer, but it can get worse in the summer Look we all living bad but somebody living worse this summer So be thankful you can eat and quench your thirst this summer And thank the lord you breath, cause you can get put in the dirt this summer BLU3, huh? you hear me? it came out of me g I ain't gon' flex, it came out of me, I said I can't fuck this up, haha