Chorus:
You Niggas just talk,Real niggas don’t talk got this bitch on lock like a fault , outline him in chalk, nail him to the cross now I got the sauce . Real niggas don’t talk yea we don’t fuck with the law naw we don’t fuck with law Real niggas don’t talk yea we don’t fuck with the law naw we don’t fuck with law(naw)
Verse 1:
Real niggas don’t talk (talk) granddaddy souf (ooouuu) Dick in her mouth (ooouuu) she toppin me now (ooouuu)she toppin me (ooouuu)check my account check my account(ooouuu) I got amounts , I got amounts nigga . Troll pulled the whip and bitch you told about an ounce nigga. On the dick like a check watch Lil mama bounce nigga. Slam dunk in that pussy like I’m Karl Towns nigga. Grab that tommy gun and I put holes through your hilfigger. Mama raised a real nigga, I’m talking pine hills nigga.
Verse 2:
Niggas scared to go to trial so they Coppin pleas. Because crackers givin’ more time than a nigga seen, yea a nigga know because that used to be me(right) used to see me grey and old, on the yard in my sleep. Now I’m free smokin on trees(Aye Yay Yay). She stay on her knees, she need a knee brace brace brace. Armed robbery was the case case case case . Aye Joerg Jaeger took the case case case case.