Track byKid Ink feat. DeJ Loaf
You ain't got no whip, you ain't got no bottle Let's just be honest, let's just be real You ain't got no cash, you ain't got no dolla You stay with that drama, let's just be real Let's just be honest, let's just be real Let's just be honest, let's just be real Uh, just keep it real with ya You the only nigga in here feeling yourself Walk in, them bitches start filming They sittin' with a man, thotty ass still grinning, it's on I'm so hot, mind on a comet Fast life, sometimes feel like I'm in a comic I don't give a fuck, bitch with or without a condom Fat joke, pockets lean back like a recliner I'm in this, representing West Side Lotta people try to tell me I'm the next guy Batgang, got it tatted by my left eye Chain gang over here, no neck tie Bitch you know I'm all about the business From beginning to the ending never simping, never slipping Sipping PATRO to the N And if I'm in the building know it's complaints from the tenants On the real *You could call anyone you want I'ma kill them all, bet on it Said we the only ones that stunting now Let's just be real **Let's just be honest, let's just be real Yeah, let's just be honest, let's just be real Let's just be honest, we all know the deal So let's just be honest, let's just be real Uh, slow down back (back) It's enough, to go round back (back) Been drinking like you thirsty How you make it to my section in the first place Nan, I ain't trippin', shit is nada They say it ain't trickin' if you got it Bitch I'm a boss like Gotti Rock Tom Ford and I still pop Molly Roll up good Cali, La-Dee-Da-Dee It's just me and all my hommies At your door like the shining Feel like can't nobody stop me No, I'm a hot nigga And the bitch that I'm with know she hot stuff Pull up in the hot wheels, ballin' get your hopes up If you get a problem need a hotline 911 but we don't ever call the cops, for real *Repeat **Repeat