Mo Reala Lyrics - Zaytoven

Check out the way I be glistening yah 

Four-door Bugatti, you mention me yah 

Diamonds they drapped in my portfoli-yah 

Fill up a safe, I'm more realer than yah 

Fuck my new case, I'm more realer than yah 

Ace by the case, I'm more realer than yah 

Sleep with the K, I'm more realer than yah 

A regular day, I'm more chiller than yah 

Diamonds on freeze, ain't gon never thaw out 

Niggas talk shit, ain't gon never be found 

Counting it up and I'm losing the count 

Fuck all this 'Tussin, this Act I'ma down 

Strappin it up with a whole hundred rounds 

Sackin it up, ain't no fucking around 

We get that guap, ain't no fucking around 

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Ice on below, this ain't regular ice 

Hop on a private, ain't regular flights 

Smash on your hoe, this is everyday life 

I filled the safe up from cooking the white 

Fall out the pyrex, the cake and the bowl 

You shoot at fame, ya'll ain't taking my soul 

Came in the game, I was hot as a stove 

Pour out some lean, I'm trynna let it go 

Rocking Celine from her to her toe 

Fur on her back, in the summer she cold 

VVs gon' light up and glisten, they glow 

Blinding your eyesight, you never gon' see 

Came out the 6, damn my diamonds on fleek 

I made a mill in the middle of the week 

I sell a chicken in the middle of the street 

When I drop Patek the murder rate increase 

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Fuck all that poppin,' I stay with some bands 

Shawty so yellow, she stay with a tan 

Diamonds on me, got some rocks on my hand 

Fuck the police, gotta stay with the can 

I drop the top off a regular Wraith 

Shawty on Perc, this a drug at a day 

I got the torch, I can't give it away 

Ain't no remorse, you get hit in the face 

Check out the way I be glistening yah 

Four-door Bugatti, you mention me yah 

Diamonds they drapped in my portfoli-yah 

Fill up a safe, I'm more realer than yah 

Fuck my new case, I'm more realer than yah 

Ace by the case, I'm more realer than yah 

Sleep with the K, I'm more realer than yah 

A regular day, I'm more chiller than yah 

Diamonds on freeze, ain't gon never thaw out 

Niggas talk shit, ain't gon never be found 

Counting it up and I'm losing the count 

Fuck all this 'Tussin, this Act I'ma down 

Strappin it up with a whole hundred rounds 

Sackin it up, ain't no fucking around 

We get that guap, ain't no fucking around 

Four-door Bugatti, you mention a G 

Brand new Millennium, might hit the streets 

I stacked it up, get to having a feast 

I ran it up like Serena with me 

Like it's Venus with me 

Got the Nina with me 

We screaming 'Freebandz,' this money ain't free 

I cook it up, I'ma cook up a key 

When I cook up a key I'ma charge you a fee 

I did it first, it ain't none but a trend 

Swerve on a curb, it ain't none but a Benz 

I was on 2 two then I took it to 10 

Keep in one thou, rep the gang in the pen' 

Shoot at the police, ain't coming back home 

Down for my crew if they right or they're wrong 

Get to that money, that's all I condone 

Shoot at your top, you ain't fucking with homes 

We hit the block, had a bag full of stones 

Jugged off a bale before I made a song 

They ain't gon' tell you how I got it on 

I'm not a failure, I'm deep in my zone 

Paraphernalia, I serve you a chrome 

Super exclusive when I put it on 

We getting zooted where I'm coming from 

Toasting that lean like it's Dom Perignon 

Check out the way I be glistening yah 

Four-door Bugatti, you mention me yah 

Diamonds they drapped in my portfoli-yah 

Fill up a safe, I'm more realer than yah 

Fuck my new case, I'm more realer than yah 

Ace by the case, I'm more realer than yah 

Sleep with the K, I'm more realer than yah 

A regular day, I'm more chiller than yah 

Diamonds on freeze, ain't gon never throw out 

Niggas talk shit, ain't gon never be found 

Counting it up and I'm losing the count 

Fuck all this 'Tussin, this Act I'ma down 

Strappin it up with a whole hundred rounds 

Sackin it up, ain't no fucking around 

We get that guap, ain't no fucking around 

(Yeah) Young rich nigga 

Fucking bad bitches 

That's all I know (that's all I know) 

It's sad to say that