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leeky g bando - real life lyrics

[intro]
brrrr
like, i get it craccin’ with the cuz, like
uh, uh, like
we do a drill the same night, uh
jarvis
call my ooter, baby dangerous, like
him and my gun the same height, uh
he get him done in the same night

[chorus]
look
i’m really real in real life
i put on chanel to feel right
she let me k!ll a chill night
don’t do the cappin’ on the gram
’cause i’m really real in real life
if they get to clappin’ at my mans
then we do a drill the same night
we do a drill the samе night
call my shooter, baby dangerous
him and my gun the samе height
he get him done in the same night
he get him done in the same night
that’s a shooter with a shooter
that’s a ruger with a ruler, big clip, burn a n+gga for his jewelry
shoot a n+gga out his ‘subis
[verse]
i’m only twenty years old, judge tried to lock us up and give us twenty years
why i gotta make it home? sh+t f+cked up, it made me shed a couple tears
my uncle got sentenced for murder, only way i get to see him is off of a pill
run up a bag while i’m in the field, uh
bought the judge for a deal
them n+ggas duck, then it’s crackin’, uh
yeah i get it brackin’ with the cuz, like
send two, three shots out the judge
when i make a move, get it crackin’, like
but everybody know i’m blood (whoopty)
everybody know i’m blood
shooters different color flaggin’
you lackin’, it’s brrta brra
i know i hit, i’m not checkin’ the at
i check my shoes, call my treesh, then relax
and we still dream teamin’, got a whole lotta guns from another state
niko need a d+e, got a green beam that’ll put a n+gga in his place

[bridge]
and we came for the get back, get ba— yo blaze, i’ll shoot a n+gga in his face
let the k spray, like tay+k, b+tch, watch a n+gga do the race
said you dead and your family still gotta pay, uh, like
i’m talkin’ 10k for the funeral, 5k for the wake

[chorus]
i’m really real in real life
i put on chanel to feel right
she let me k!ll a chill night
don’t do the cappin’ on the gram
’cause i’m really real in real life
if they get to clappin’ at my mans
then we do a drill the same night
we do a drill the same night
call my shooter, baby dangerous
him and my gun the same height
he get him done in the same night
he get him done in the same night
that’s a shooter with a shooter
that’s a ruger with a ruler, big clip, burn a n+gga for his jewelry
shoot a n+gga out his ‘subis

- leeky g bando lyrics

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