too real - young nudy & hoodrich keem lyrics
[intro]
raw
(dj lil keem whatup)
im just too real for that sh*t
im just too real for that sh*t
(hoodrich)
[chorus]
i can’t go out like no b*tch (i can’t go out like no b*tch)
i’m just too real for that sh*t (just too real)
ain’t no way i could turn a snitch (ain’t no way i could tell or snitch)
i’m just too real for that sh*t
(flight skool dj)
h*ll nah, i ain’t no co*defendant (h*ll nah, h*ll nah, h*ll nah)
i’m just too real for that sh*t
mama did not raise no b*tch (h*ll nah, she ain’t raise no b*tch)
she just too real for that sh*t
[verse 1]
h*ll nah, n*gga
(hoodrich keem im thinkin bout signing that guy)
mama ain’t raise no b*tch (she ain’t raise no b*tch)
slimeball, i’m too real for that sh*t (you know)
they say i ride around with that stick (yeah, i ride ’round with that 30)
hundred round drum, ooh i get to clappin’ (uh*huh)
have you flippin’ like a brick, yeah (like a brick) (yeah) (n*gga)
young gymnastic whip the brick, i do magic (magic, wow)
yeah, i disappear with your sh*t (yeah, i disappear with your*, woah)
slimeball, running off with all these n*ggas’ sh*t (we running)
n*ggas be talking like hoes
switching just like some clothes (clothes)
guess what, i ain’t worrying about that sh*t (h*ll nah)
i ain’t going out like no b*tch (i ain’t going out like no b*tch)
don’t be mad if i f*ck your b*tch (is that your b*tch?)
n*ggas be acting like b*tches (b*tch)
i wasn’t raised like no b*tch (b*tch)
n*ggas like to turn and fold (fold)
guess a n*gga turned a snitch (snitch)
and all these rats eat cheese (cheese)
and they ain”t built nun’ like this (like this)
(hoodrich n*gga)
i’m just too real for that sh*t (nah, for real, for real)
i’m just too real for that sh*t (no, no, yeah, yeah)
i’m just too real for that sh*t (nah, for real)
(yo pi’erre, you wanna come out here?)
i’m just too real for that sh*t (nah, for real)
(hoodrich keem)
[chorus]
i can’t go out like no b*tch (i can’t go out like no b*tch)
i’m just too real for that sh*t (nah, for real)
ain’t no way i could turn a snitch (ain’t no way i could tell or snitch)
i’m just too real for that sh*t (nah, for real)
h*ll nah, i ain’t no co*defendant (h*ll nah, i ain’t no co*defendant)
i’m just too real for that sh*t (i’m just too real, uh*huh)
mama did not raise no b*tch (she ain’t raise no b*tch)
she just too real for that sh*t (for real)
[verse 2]
big blunt rollin’
i stay smokin’ (gas, gas)
yeah, you might just catch me with your b*tch (your b*tch)
say slime be kickin’ that sh*t (yeah, you know, slime kickin’ sh*t)
you know slime, yeah, i do be kickin’ that sh*t (that weight,)
n*gga, you work in the other one (other one)
yeah, you f*ckin’ with the other ones (the other ones)
nah (nah), we gon’ slide your ass real quick (slide)
i might hit him with the stick (i might hit him with the stick)
h*ll nah, ’cause he ain’t rockin’ like this (nah)
h*ll yeah, i’m real right (real right)
right flag to the right (real right)
red flag to the right (real right)
y’all n*ggas ain’t right (right)
some n*ggas getting left
left, down down bad
leave a n*gga down bad (phew, wow)
with this hundred round, hit his ass real quick (real quick)
you actin’ like a b*tch (you actin’ like a b*tch)
guess you n*ggas weren’t built nun’ like this (like this)
you don’t want this sh*t (no, n*gga, you don’t want this sh*t)
guess you n*ggas weren’t built nun’ like this (like*, nun like slime)
(flight skool dj)
raw
(you know i am a real form from the streets you know)
(wow, mmh)
(they ain’t built nun’ like this)
i’m just too real for that sh*t (go ask your b*tch)
i’m just too real for that sh*t (go ask your b*tch)
(yo pierre you wanna come out here?)
(hoodrich b*tch)
[chorus]
i can’t go out like no b*tch (i can’t go out like no b*tch)
i’m just too real for that sh*t (just too real)
ain’t no way i turn a snitch (ain’t no way i’ma turn no snitch)
i’m just too real for that sh*t
h*ll naw i ain’t no co*defendant (nah, why would i do that sh*t?)
i’m just too real for that sh*t (i’m on)
mama did not raise no b*tch (nah, he don’t know ’bout myself)
she just too real for that sh*t (ahh)
[outro]
y’all n*ggas stop actin’ like b*tches
y’all n*ggas stop switchin’
stop tellin’
for real
y’all n*ggas start doing dirty by yourself, you know?
(hoodrich b*tch)
you can’t tell on yourself
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