Young Nudy - Real Right Lyrics
[Intro]
I'm so 4L
Yeah, know I keep my own drugs
Oh Lord, Jetson made another one
Yeah
[Chorus]
Dirty cup, light ice
Dirty Sprite, real right
Red purple Watson, green lean, mean
Percocet, mollies, and some xannies
First ho, bite down, squeeze, me
Too much money 'round this motherfucker
Too many shooters in this motherfucker
All these bloods in this motherfucker
4L in this motherfucker
Paradise me, PDE me
Fly army fatigue, your moment
[Verse 1]
I'm a blood, he's a blood, all these bloods 'round this bitch
Double cup filled with none' but that mud in this bitch
Too many hoes on my dick
Too much money in my pocket
And I keep the pocket rocket
Young nigga pop your socket
Put that cash on you
I got them young niggas, they done smash on you
Army fatigue 'round they head, they'll shoot you if you scared
Pussy nigga better give up that bread
Ayy, lil' nigga give me that
I'm a slimeball, I like to tiptoe
Tiptoe with a bad ho
Play with me, it's like death row
Money on my head, fifteen or more
Boy you need to double that
Chopper rat-a-tat-tat
Young nigga, don't know how to act
Fell in love with that fuckin' MAC
Dirty cup, light ice
Dirty Sprite, real right
Red purple Watson, green lean, mean
Percocet, mollies, and some xannies
First ho, bite down, squeeze, me
Too much money 'round this motherfucker
Too many shooters in this motherfucker
All these bloods in this motherfucker
4L in this motherfucker
Paradise me, PDE me
Fly army fatigue, your moment
[Verse 2]
Lil' nigga from New York that done come to the south side
Knock your head outside, leave your ass outside
I don't play with none of y'all, y'all know how I ride
Draco, AK, spark that motherfucker broad day
Young nigga 'bout that shit
Take off a plug quick
Ran off on the plug twice
'Cause the plug didn't treat me right
Feel like Boosie, got the mind of a maniac
Drugs teach your bitch just how to act (Bitch, get right ho)
Give me that act right, I got my sack right
I live a thug life, I live that Pac life
I keep me two Glocks, nigga I'm street Pac
Balenciaga, no Reeboks
Play with me and your street popped
[Chorus]
Dirty cup, light ice
Dirty Sprite, real right
Red purple Watson, green lean, mean
Percocet, mollies, and some xannies
First ho, bite down, squeeze, me
Too much money 'round this motherfucker
Too many shooters in this motherfucker
All these bloods in this motherfucker
4L in this motherfucker
Paradise me, PDE me
Fly army fatigue, your moment
[Outro]
Too much ice
Too many hoes
Too many bloods
Too many bros
Army fatigue me
I'm so PDE