Real One Gunna

[Intro]
(Run that back, Turbo)

[Pre-Chorus]
I don’t even listen when I talk
All I know is money on the table (Money)
These niggas coutin' a boss out (Uh-huh)
I don’t see me askin' for a favor (Nah)
Comin' from the bottom of the mountain
I don’t need nothin' from a label

[Chorus]
Hey, I'ma real one, yeah
Promise we won’t feel nothin' (Won’t feel)
Bitches, we ain’t kill none, nah (Kill)
Crack another seal (Seal), ice like a pilgrim (Ice)
Clean another [?]
Swallow my children (My children)
Had to give her real [?] (Uh)

[Verse 1]
Gun-Wunna in matte Lamborghini crawlin' down the [?] (Skrt)
Wunna season, with a Louie mink, with a scarf that’ll match (Scarf that’ll match, ya)
Rose Martini, Gunna always drippy, we roll out a mat (Drip)
[?] rode with a sick junkie, with a nose full of crack (Nose full of)
I’m in Cali-O (Cali), Biscotti and Gelato, I smoke it by the O (I smoke it by the O)
She’s a thottie from the party, gives a fuck about a hoe (Gives a fuck about a hoe)
Been a posse, hard body, stayin' solid, all we know (Solid all we know)
Who’s a real one who will not leave, they gotta do the most (Gotta do the most)