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yung tram, ice e, lil fank - real shit lyrics

[verse 1, lil fank]
yeah, i’m lashing out
911 coupe, yeah, cashing out
and you know we skrt’ing on the highway
with you bae beside me
drinking bombay
f-ck the foreplay
feeling like i’m mr. grey
i’m gonna slay
slay your p-ssy, f-ck
spent a 100 thousend on my watch
sh-t, i might just cop another rari
i dress like asap bari
f-cking on a girl, yeah, looking like a barbie
she a thottie
i wanna drive bugattis
your girl is acting naughty
i’m here to k!ll everybody, in the game
doing this sh-t for the fame

[hook]
im just flexin on some real sh-t
im on that 100 dollar bill sh-t
im on that gas and that pill sh-t
im on that house on in the hills sh-t

[verse 2, ice e]
im on dat gas im on that mud sh-t
im on that gas that make the bloods crip
my mud will f-ck you up with one sip
my pump will f-ck you up with one clip
im on that gas that make the sun wet
my gas will take you to the sunset
you talkin cents im talkin hundreds
i got your b-tch i make her undress
wildin with my homies and im speedin in my bentley
eating so much p-ssy man i need to see my dentist
ballin with a blindfold and i still be droppin twenty
b-tches ride my d-ck like i am a f-cking rollercoaster
b-tch talking sh-t i put your face in a toaster
school-shooting ice e blood on my gucci loafers
waking up drunk man im never getting sober

[hook]
im just flexin on some real sh-t
im on that 100 dollar bill sh-t
im on that gas and that pill sh-t
im on that house on in the hills sh-t

[verse 3, yung tram]
i just slapped a b-tch right on the face
now im bout to catch a case bout to catch a case
f-ck first base i finna take her to my place, crack a cold one sip it til i get smash faced
wearing gold all around my neck aye
diamond ring lost it in her p-ssy aye
got all this drip just to compensate my d-ck
d-mn that -ss is godd-mn thick
ain’t f-cking with no droptop all we do is hotbox
pull up in scooter
surrounded by my shooters
got them handles just like kyrie
got all my ladies ain’t n0body gon stop me
trynna f-ck that one girl kylie oh she gon love it when i give her that miley
my team ballin like the lakers
we suck d-ck but still get that paper
i walk with that drip pull out my stick with a fat grip i let that b-tch hit
i dress up in versace, saci
i gave that b-tch a molly
now she throwing them hands up
screaming ”oh papi” none of my b-tches are hoes
now my watchpiece all froze, im of the tram f-ck a pose
crash the audi f-ck a hoe
one take b-tch

- yung tram ice e lil fank lyrics

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