Real Talk Lyrics - Young Scooter

BMFBG nigga 

ATL Jacob 

Yeah 

Skrrt, skrrt 

ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob 

Shout out to the opps, As-Salaam-Alaikum 

Motherfuck the cops, run up all the paper 

Wintertime, drop the top, flex on all the haters 

I'm in love with diamond chains, fuck a wedding ring 

Love to spoil myself, I by myself everything 

Rolex, Audemar, fuck a Breitling 

I damn near lost it all in the dice game 

I kept my mouth closed when the folks came 

My name on fire in the streets, I'm talkin' propane 

Section 8 ENT, that's gang gang 

I bet a nigga never snatch my chain 

That tripple crossin', watch out for them chain snatchers 

All this money I got, I send them kidnappers 

I'm all about a sack, I'm talkin' Urlacher 

Pack touch down, Green Bay Packers 

Bitch I'm 'bout to blow, like a dynamite 

I'm doin' a hundred smashin', don't stop at that red light 

Black Amigo Scooter, yeah I'm Zone 6 flexin' 

I'm rich as hell, now mama ain't no more stressin' 

Me and VL Deck juggin', ride in the old Lexus 

OG Cali kush, all I smoke is pressure 

They call me Jugg King 'cause I'm a plug catcher 

You broke boy, you ain't movin' but an ounce or better 

Thirty-five hundred on a Louis sweater 

Don't hit the door if it ain't five bricks or better 

Twenty pounds or better, I'm a big bettor 

Real dope boy, I can wrap the bales in the leather 

No nothin' beat a double but a triple cross 

I take a nigga off, I take another loss 

Walk into my house, I got a pack vault 

I'm a real hustler, yeah I made myself a boss 

No nothin' beat a double but a triple cross 

Double cross me, you get knocked off (whoa whoa) 

We put them dirty birds with the clean chickens (whoa whoa) 

We put 'em all together, call it remixing (whoa whoa) 

It's Magic City Monday, 'bout to fly in town (yeah) 

Your plug price too high, I'll shut him down 

I get a hundred mil, I'm moving underground 

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Pink diamonds in my teeth, pink codeine in my cup 

Pink molly in my system, I got pink pills, what's up? 

Section 8, VL, that's my partner 'dem 

Pull up in a V12, you can't interfere 

Space coupes, oops, I just made the world disappear 

If you sellin' bales in the field show your skills 

Half a ticket for club face Richard Mille 

Already had sauce and drip, now I got spill 

Lil Haiti goons right with me 'til infity 

When we roll up on the opps don't show no sympathy 

I just fucked a check up at the store, brrt, brrt 

I just blowed a check on your ho, brrt, brrt 

Chinchilla draggin' on the floor, brrt, brrt 

And we gettin' that bread by the load, brrrt 

More Pucci for this raw sushi 

Evel Knievel when she up the speed 

She just landed in from overseas (word) 

Once I expand her it's double C's (Chanel-y her) 

Shop sprees, spent a hundred G's (oh God) 

I got rich kids, my neck on freeze (brrt brrt) 

It's murder squad, they'll leave you in a freezer (brrt) 

(I don't remember nothin', I got amnesia) 

I go so hard, gotta let it take a breather (hold up) 

I'm strappin' birdies to my mommy seaters 

Yeah, gang (brrt brrt) 

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No nothin' beat a double but a triple cross 

Double cross me, you get knocked off (whoa whoa) 

We put them dirty birds with the clean chickens (whoa whoa) 

We put 'em all together, call it remixing (whoa whoa) 

It's Magic City Monday, 'bout to fly in town (yeah) 

I'll probably spend a fifty soon as I touch down 

(Your plug price too high, I'll shut him down 

I get a hundred mil, I'm moving underground)