I Keep It Real - Lil Gin

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