Issa Hit Lul G (Ft. Mozzy)

[Intro: Lul G]
Yeah, I'm finna talk about some real shit
Yeah, I'm finna talk about some real shit
This, this shit got me tryna kill shit, uh, uh
Got me on some real shit, yeah, yeah
On some real shit, yeah yeah (Royal Beats on the track)

[Verse 1: Lul G]
I swear you can call my phone if you need a nigga to love you
And baby you won't leave a nigga 'lone when you want me to touch you
And these bitches that be hatin' on the low 'cause they know that we be fuckin'
Don't leave yet, baby yeah you know, you know I be thuggin'
You know I be thuggin', and you know we be lovin'
(Love turned to fuckin', and fuck turned to lustin', yeah)
Baby why it have to go this way?
Probably got lost in the fame
Probably why I'm sittin' in the system fighting cases
I just wanna make bail so I'm [?]
Yeah, it's a fifty round in this bitch
A nigga play me, it's gon' be plenty rounds in that whip
With the pop-ups, tired of niggas dissing and shit
Tired of niggas sending shots, y'all missing and shit
I slide down, when I blow I don't miss, it's a hit
My baby brother, yeah he gon' so I'm slidin' and shit
All your pictures on my wall got me cryin' and shit
When I slide on your behalf, when I slide it's a hit
When I slide it's a hit
I swear to God I miss you Tu, when I slide it's a hit
I swear to God I miss you Tu, when I slide it's a hit