TOO REAL Phix (Ft. BLACK ZEUS)

[Verse 1: Phix]
Ughh!
Keep that pussy shit away from me
She tell me positions she gon' get in
She can't wait to be
Settle down, homie?
Tell that bitch to wait for me
She flew into my city for my show and want to stay with me, facts (call it in)
187? Yeah, I murdered it
I ain't got opinions on your shit I never heard of it
But your bitch at my crib telling me "Babe I ain't concerned with him"
The only name she calls me by is daddy, she be blurting it (Uh)
They be telling me I'm out here doing too much
I get with two bitches smoking trees getting too stuck
Now thеy want to whisper in my ear they want to do stuff
Lеt me make it clear, don't you get near me acting too tough
Combat boots and them Rick Owens drawers on
I ain't need security, I got dogs I could call on
Head to the car ad I find and grip the sawed-off
C-c-call the coroner
Get his body hauled off (tell 'em)

[Pre-Chorus: Phix]
A hundred thousand on my wrist got an Audemars (Got an Audemars)
Bitch I'm here today but I be gone tomorrow (Gone tomorrow)
All we do is win
I'm getting straight cake (Tell 'em)