Текст пісні CFWU - Peezy, Rio Da Yung OG, Rmc Mike

CFWU

Yeah\nRealest niggas in this shit\n(What's goin' on, nigga?)\n(Let's do it)\nTwo longsleeves in the parking lot, uh (Parking lot)\nOr in the coupe with no halter top, yeah (No top missin', nigga)\nI get to it, I don’t talk a lot, huh (I don’t talk about shit)\nMillion-dollar street niggas made it off the block (Made it)\nGraduated to a whole one, made it off the rocks (Yeah)\nFour and a half O’s in the coffee pot (Uh)\nWas the first niggas with him when the charges dropped (Real talk)\nCelebratin' drinkin' Cris' 'cause the charges dropped (Dismissed)\nHeard them niggas talkin' shit, we gon' call 'em out (Yeah)\nGot the whole Saks Fifth in my closet now (Yeah)\nBaddest bitch in the strip, I done dogged 'em out (Ask about me)\nBrought a ten in this bitch, I let all this fly (Let it fly, Da Realest)\nNiggas might as well quit, ain’t no keepin' up (No keepin' up)\nMade a mess in the kitchen, had to clean it up (I had to clean it up)\nBrung a foreign to the wash, told 'em beam it up (Beam that bitch)\nYou ain’t come off our block, you can’t eat with us (Fuck nah)\nFifty racks on my wrist, you can’t fuck with us (You can’t fuck with us)\nThirty racks on my neck, you can’t fuck with us (You can’t fuck with us)\nMake a mess in this bitch, you can’t fuck with us (Know what’s up, nigga)\nBlew a check in this bitch, you can’t fuck with us (Yeah)\nGhetto Boyz, we untouchable\nI bet a nigga ain’t got hit my bitch, she unfuckable\nReal ghetto shit, turned some Benis down for Lunchables\nTakin' pictures with my family, fresh as fuck like the Huxtables\nHalf a million worth of jewelry, they can’t fuck with us\nMe and P in that drop with 'bout a buck with us\nLove my bitch, but four-nickel my bae, she go to lunch with us\nTwo zips of white Runtz, it smell like we got a skunk with us (Da Realest)\nNiggas sick they gotta hang the towel up\nFuck a deuce, bitch, we pourin' whole baby bottles up\nOh, you dropped an X6? That’s my baby mama truck\nIn two months off drinkin' Wock', I fucked like eighty thou' up, shit\nNiggas might as well quit, ain’t no keepin' up (No keepin' up)\nMade a mess in the kitchen, had to clean it up (I had to clean it up)\nBrung a foreign to the wash, told 'em beam it up (Beam that bitch)\nYou ain’t come off our block, you can’t eat with us (Fuck nah)\nFifty racks on my wrist, you can’t fuck with us (You can’t fuck with us)\nThirty racks on my neck, you can’t fuck with us (You can’t fuck with us)\nMake a mess in this bitch, you can’t fuck with us (Know what’s up, nigga)\nBlew a check in this bitch, you can’t fuck with us (Yeah)\n20K on my wrist, they can’t fuck with us (Not all)\nThe way girly suck my dick feel like a suction cup (Damn)\nYou can’t get this Gucci shirt, this a one of one\nMe and your bitch high off Percs havin' ones-on-ones (No cap)\nNigga, fuck a backend, I need it up front (Right now)\nI just dropped another opp, now we up one (Bah)\nFreaky fat nigga always tryna fuck somethin' (It's true)\nWhat I spent on codeine? 'Bout a hundred plus (Damn, Da Realest)\nShout out P, he put some real niggas in the game (Ghetto Boyz)\nRidin' foreign, countin' thirty while I’m switchin' lanes (No cap)\nNiggas don’t know how to keep it real, we in a different game (I swear)\nEver since I locked in at the booth, I seen a vivid change (Bitch, Da Realest)