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real ryte sport – difficult lyrics

[intro]
gang!
f+ck n+ggas talkin’ ‘bout, n+ggas know my body different (very different)
i mean ‘know what i’m talkin’ ‘bout?
it ain’t different, it’s difficult
know what i’m talkin’ ‘bout
you see the stars on the roof you n+ggas know what’s up
it’s double r in the back of the seat
real ryte!

[hook]
big chop
baby welcome to the party, i’m high as a kite and i’m smokin’ on rich flocks (i am)
f+ck a suburban, i’m strapped with a 30
you jacking wook, you get shot (shot!)
n+ggas been gettin’ they d+ck out (they is)
shooters ain’t playin’, n+gga, keep a k with em, put a hole in a big opp (big opp)

[verse 1]
don’t got it on me, i be pokin’ n+ggas
22gz was a general, he told on a body, i guess it’s a folk, lil n+gga (folk lil n+gga)
big gdk, i’ma ‘proach you n+ggas (ryte)
don’t wanna mention that coach n+gga, definitely not the coka n+gga
chewing d+ld+ like he moca n+gga (ayе, aye, aye)
i be on ‘еm n+ggas, and i’m ballin’ like a sport, lil n+gga (i’m ballin’)
other day i was in the mall, knocked a blixky out, f+ck is wrong with n+ggas (he outta here)
real ryte, we ain’t take a check, we ain’t duckin’ wreck, tell ‘em check this (we ain’t)
i know a lot of dead opps i could mention i could put them on a checklist (i did)
telly back home and he flexin’ on n+ggas and you know he jackin’ that ape sh+t (for real)
try to rob me, you won’t take sh+t, f+ck around, n+gga getcha facelift (lift)
i be in traffic every day, you know for a fact that i’m keepin’ my guys with me (i do)
you don’t want your baby moms f+ckin’ the woos, now he lookin’ like nas blixky
i be gettin’ so much money lately i be living my life with no wheel care
your mans just did 5 years, when he come home i’ma buy him a wheelchair (we is)
don’t give a f+ck about a mauley g, this woo sh+t really a part of me (ryte)
why y’all n+ggas even start with me?
big body n+gga, pardon me (pardon me)
yeah, i hop out the back, i’m runnin’ em down, i’m sweepin’ the street n+gga, pardon me (baow)
why n0body talkin’ bout denz flockz?
cause that beat+up was worser than mauley g (haha)
you n+ggas is p+ssy, you knew opps is rookies
and none of y’all n+ggas can’t f+ck with me (y’all can’t)
they call my phone, i’m comin’, sport plus
cause i’m not with the f+ckery (vroom, vroom)
spin the block, lift him up (lift)
paramedics gon’ get him up
bunch of young n+ggas who don’t give a f+ck (give a f+ck)
then the lamb truck start blinkin’ up (li+lift)
spin the block, lift him up
paramedics never pick him up
‘cause they left that n+gga nick layin’ on the floor, i guess them n+ggas didn’t give a f+ck (flatline)
b+tch!
[hook]
big chop (big chop)
baby welcome to the party, i’m high as a kite and i’m smokin’ on rich flocks (i am)
f+ck a suburban, i’m strapped with a 30
you jacking wook, you get shot (shot!)
n+ggas been gettin’ they d+ck out (they is)
shooters ain’t playin’, n+gga, keep a k with em, put a hole in a big opp (big opp)

- real ryte sport lyrics

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