[Intro]
I'm in the street for real, for real
Yeah, yeah yeah
Mhm
Woah, Leo got that juice
[Pre-Chorus]
I gotta few like to like to kill
I gotta few like to like to kill, for real, for real
I never trip off a mil'
I never trip off a mil', for real, for real
They gon' pop you like a pill
They gon' pop you like a pill, for real, for real
Got me spinnin' like a drill
Got me spinnin' like a- (Woah hold up)
Woah
[Chorus]
I'm in the street for real, for real
You like to rap what you don't know
You gon' get smacked for real for real
Lil' homie, that's word to my low-low
I'm a real street flipper Asian with Roddy Ricch motives
We never talk to the opps, you talk to the po'
That's why my gun loaded
I'm in the street for real, for real
You like to rap what you don't know
You gon' get smacked for real for real
Lil' homie, that's word to my low-low
I'm a real street flipper Asian with Roddy Ricch motives
We never talk to the opps, you talk to the po'
That's why my gun loaded
[Verse 1]
If we talkin' dope, take you for a joke
You gon' get smoked, like "woah" (Like "woah")
Sippin' that syrup, it got me so faded
Like I'm on the post, like "woah" (Like "woah")
Posted like Kobe let go, I keep a .40 for sho', for sho' (Yeah)
Winnin' them trophies like gold
She chewin' your gold teeth like I don't know
I'm with the gang, just give me the world
We come through with them kids and we runnin'
You cannot hang, like a broker gon' hang
And we take anything if we want it
Do not talk back I said, "Do not talk back,"
Or you go to your room like you're punished
Drink two like my son if you like it or not (Woah, Leo got that juice)
You gon' go up if you get them hundreds
[Pre-Chorus]
I gotta few like to like to kill
I gotta few like to like to kill, for real, for real
I never trip off a mil'
I never trip off a mil', for real, for real
They gon' pop you like a pill
They gon' pop you like a pill, for real, for real
Got me spinnin' like a drill
Got me spinnin' like a- (Woah hold up)
Woah
[Chorus]
I'm in the street for real, for real
You like to rap what you don't know
You gon' get smacked for real for real
Lil' homie, that's word to my low-low
I'm a real street flipper Asian with Roddy Ricch motives
We never talk to the opps, you talk to the po'
That's why my gun loaded
I'm in the street for real, for real
You like to rap what you don't know
You gon' get smacked for real for real
Lil' homie, that's word to my low-low
I'm a real street flipper Asian with Roddy Ricch motives
We never talk to the opps, you talk to the po'
That's why my gun loaded
[Verse 2]
Semi-automatic and I crack it at a crackhead
I'm a motherfucking savage and I pull up with the crew
Moolas in the passage, I be singing, I be rapping
I been makin' my own beats, there ain't nothing I can't do
Took a lil' break, just to master my craft, but since I'm back
Bitch I'm back, and you'll never have to wait
Flip bricks, I get hate, but that's I run on like I'm American and Dunkin'
And you know I just ate (Hey, hey, hey)
I'm a real street flipper
And put that on my mama, bitch I'm gettin' to them commas
And I'm tryna get more like every single day (Hey, hey, hey)
You a real fake flipper
And put that on my dad, I'ma scratch you like a scab
You a been-had homie, you a motherfuckin' rat (Woah, Leo got that juice)
[Pre-Chorus]
I gotta few like to like to kill
I gotta few like to like to kill, for real, for real
I never trip off a mil'
I never trip off a mil', for real, for real
They gon' pop you like a pill
They gon' pop you like a pill, for real, for real
Got me spinnin' like a drill
Got me spinnin' like a- (Woah hold up)
Woah
[Chorus]
I'm in the street for real, for real
You like to rap what you don't know
You gon' get smacked for real for real
Lil' homie, that's word to my low-low
I'm a real street flipper Asian with Roddy Ricch motives
We never talk to the opps, you talk to the po'
That's why my gun loaded
I'm in the street for real, for real
You like to rap what you don't know
You gon' get smacked for real for real
Lil homie, that's word to my low-low
I'm a real street flipper Asian with Roddy Ricch motives
We never talk to the opps, you talk to the po'
That's why my gun loaded