Lil Gin - I Keep It Real

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Busta ass niggas talk shit
Can’t Back it up
Wound up
Gettin served by lil gin dont give a fuck
Hidin in tha bushes on yo ass til you come out
Cock my smith & wesson back
To yo motha fuckin mouth
Bitch I dont give a fuck
See tha police can’t catch me
Niggas on banana peels
Always gettin that bullet drilled
Dead in they motha fuckin face
Where it hurt the most
Leavin niggas shirts soaked
Cause Im full of that fuckin blow
Drive by on a 10 speed
Yo momma lookin out the window
Threw up a finger sign and told that bitch to kiss my nuts
Rat ra-ta-ta ta-ta-ta
We leavin niggas on they motha fuckin biznack
Claimin you a killa I can’t tell trick
You won’t do shit
I’m leavin mountains on yo head
When you think you can step to this
Nigga, Lil Gin, I never get no fuckin rest
Stop slippin with that ana on yo chest
I keep it real nigga
Stay way from lame hoes
I’m a made man stay chasin bankrolls
I stay low key
Smokin major weed
I be posted on yo block but you can’t see me
Rollin in my pimpin ain’t no tellin what I’m fiddin to do
My beeper just a beepin so I’m takin a risk to drop off two
Keys in my lap just in case these niggas stangin
I strapped bitch don’t trip cause I’m equipped with that pistol grip
Rollin down the highway on my way I’m drinkin alazay
Sprayin that cherry spray I’m blowin my heata while I’m cheefin hay
Made it to my designation then I grip my cellular
Nigga where yo ass at?
Then I load my fuckin gat
Lookin through the rearview and a shawty pulled up, thats the man
Steppin out the car kinda slow with a breifcase in his hand
The money that he pulled out was all crispy when he opened it
Once I reach then I see niggas out of nowhere with them tecs
Thinkin kinda fast but reachin slow to get my fuckin gun
Soon as I open my trench
BOOM!
To my fuckin arm
That lets ya know not to go out like no sucka
Cause when you dealin dope somebody else is on they fuckin hustle
I keep it real nigga
Stay way from lame hoes
I’m a made man stay chasin bankrolls
I stay low key
Smokin major weed
I be posted on yo block but you can’t see me
I’m from the North Memphis area
Where pimp niggas packin the
Heat under the seat
Dippin sweets bumpin dozier
We tearin up tha fuckin club
Rollin so clean on them 4s
Thick as hell on Beale St where you can fuck on the first night hoes
Everywhere niggas that tryin to get paid
The game is you play or get played
Killas in my town we layin em down with a rusty twelve gauge
I got much, love for the
H double O-D I grew in
I will win
Many stang on any trick bitch tryin to cross my clan
Throw you S-E-T cause a North Memphis gangsta niggas got my back
Hurts Village, Woodland, Smoke City, Washington, Nash St niggas jack in tracks
Whats yo hood like? Is it rough is it tough?
We got greys and gold grills and nigga we ain’t afriad to bust
I’m project boy
Running from the police ain’t no thing I mastered all that shit
As a young nigga shootin at the junkies on the back porch as they try to run
off with my bricks
Put some money back into the ghetto while you standin tall
Don’t forget where you came from, Cause you can fall
I keep it real nigga
Stay way from lame hoes
I’m a made man stay chasin bankrolls
I stay low key
Smokin major weed
I be posted on yo block but you can’t see me