team 600 - real niggas lyrics
[intro: rondonumbanine]
squad!
these my real n+ggas
d. rose, cdai, twenty two shots!
[?]
[hook: cdai]
i’m blowing bands, these thots on me
can’t wife a b+tch, i’m not homie
i just f+cked the b+tch too my f+cking brody
and we kick her out, then roll the dopey
call the lean man, pour a four up
moving too fast, need to slow up
she on my d+ck cause i’m glowed up
call rondo, gon’ blow some
[verse 1: cdai]
i poured the four, i’m leaning now
hit him in his chest, he leaning now
now the police coming, i’m leaving now
i’m smoking thoink, i’m chiefing now
this b+tch seen me, she geek me down
[?] up, can’t wife a hoe
f+ck the b+tch, kick her out, that’s it, won’t wife a hoe!
i’m in this b+tch with rondo, run up and it’s [?]
catch his ass in traffic, while [?]
big sh+lls like tacos, that guapo is nacho
i hit the mall, spend some bands, gucci shoes, i cop those!
steve drive, that’s gang, b+tch!
fu n+ggas they change quick
catch a opp, i bang quick
then go in the crib, then i change [?]!
then i’m back out to steve drive
guns out, it’s real live
man down, man down, man down, homicide!
[hook: cdai, sing twice]
i’m blowing bands, these thots on me
can’t wife a b+tch, i’m not homie
i just f+cked the b+tch too my f+cking brody
and we kick her out, then roll the dopey
call the lean man, pour a four up
moving too fast, need to slow up
she on my d+ck cause i’m glowed up
call rondo, gon’ blow some
[verse 2: rondonumbanine]
yeah, he call rondo!
i’m gon’ up up on this n+gga
yeah, i up with a scope
yeah he gone, let’s go
me and cdai twenty shots
he got that f+cking glock, that b+tch got a mop!
i said, d+mn, we gotta’ get up out of here
the jakes up on us, we gotta’ get up out of here
(ahh!) change that f+cking gear
(change that gear, twenty two!)
we ending n+ggas rapping careers
(we ending n+ggas lives)
we so motherf+cking savage
we will walk up on your block, let you have it
(we will walk up on your block and let it spray!)
put you in a casket (glahh, glahh!)
i’m shooting sh+t, no basket!
[hook: cdai, sing twice]
i’m blowing bands, these thots on me
can’t wife a b+tch, i’m not homie
i just f+cked the b+tch too my f+cking brody
and we kick her out, then roll the dopey
call the lean man, pour a four up
moving too fast, need to slow up
she on my d+ck cause i’m glowed up
call rondo, gon’ blow some
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