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leaf ward - real b’s lyrics

[intro]
uh+uh
uh, uh+uh
leaf, uh
free the mob, uh
uh, uh+uh

[chorus]
you know we got real bs, lil’ bro just steal vs
big dawg died and you just cried, you n+ggas lil’ cs
you n+ggas is little league
we don’t play too many games
don’t ask us ’bout who we claim ’cause we can say too many names
hit him ’til he lit in flames, he should’ve just chilled out
bro itchin’ to drill knowin’ that he could get wheeled out
caught a opp, we still out
they got lil’ sil out
‘fore them shooters move they car, see how i feel about it

[verse]
still be bouncin’ out from time to time like i’m just any n+gga
you know what these .762s will do to a skinny n+gga
get the drop on any n+gga
claim i can’t, a bad choice
ride togethеr, the opps die togethеr, they like bad boys
squashin’ beef unheard of over here, we don’t let sh+t slide
y’all see it’s beef and cl!ck, you a b+tch, you supposed to be on this side
y’all whole gang got fish fried
you still ain’t catch no beef for that
fully gangster rappers in that hood, they caught me for that
bro fishin’, we meet face to face to talk ’bout what he found
i don’t care who got hit with no pound if you ain’t put him down
little n+ggas broke and need motion, i can put ’em round
this that paper, make the b+tch call me like, “i’m with him now”
i don’t do no rat dissin’, all these rappers cat fishin’
we put all them p+ssies in a box like when a cat p+ssin’
my lil’ brother had hit him, he tryin’ knock a fitted off
i just drop it on you, it’s left up to you to get it off
i’m like lebron, i did it all
you n+ggas ain’t do enough
you gon’ end up dead like you ain’t put your mom through enough
post up, we gon’ shoot it up, you heard ’bout the last n+ggas
only one can say he got away ’cause he a fast n+gga
[chorus]
you know we got real bs, lil’ bro just steal vs
big dawg died and you just cried, you n+ggas lil’ cs
you n+ggas is little league
we don’t play too many games
don’t ask us ’bout who we claim ’cause we can say too many names
hit him ’til he lit in flames, he should’ve just chilled out
bro itchin’ to drill knowin’ that he could get wheeled out
caught a opp, we still out
they got lil’ sil out
‘fore them shooters move they car, see how i feel about it (they got out the car, see how i feel about it)

- leaf ward lyrics

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