😱Real Ones😱 by YKB x Big Banks Lyrics

[Intro: YKB]
Young King Bray nigga

[Refrain: Big Banks and YKB]
[Part 1: Big Banks]
Nigga I’on fuck wit ya
Don’t you talk to me nigga I’on fuck wit ya
Don’t talk to none of my niggas, nigga, weon fuck wit ya
Yuh
Nigga I’on fuck wit ya
Yuh
Nigga I’on fuck wit ya
Don’t you talk to me nigga I’on fuck wit ya
Don’t talk to none of my niggas, nigga, weon fuck wit ya
[Part 2: YKB]
Yea
Nigga I don’t fuck wit ya

[Verse 1: Big Banks]
Young nigga and I stay wit them A1s
Posted with that gun
But you know you never aimed one
[Verse 2: YKB]
Say you getting bitches
But I see you with the same one
You don’t even bang
But you always seem to claim one

[Verse 3: Big Banks]
Say you got a shooter
Nigga name one
Talking online
Face to face to you never say none

[Verse 4: YKB]
Nigga sit down, you flexin wit a toy gun
On the dead homies
But know you ain’t got none

[Verse 5: Big Banks]
Fuck wrong wit me, I’ll push all of yo shit back
Talk a lot of shit
Nigga know he ain’t with that

[Verse 6: YKB]
Why is you testing my pump, finna kick back
Me and you niggas
You know that’s a mismatch
[Verse 7: Big Banks]
I’ll break a bitch off like a kit kat
If a nigga said it
Best believe a nigga did that

[Verse 8: YKB]
I wack a patty like a nick nack
Pull up on yo block, askin where all yo shit at

[Verse 9: Big Banks]
That nigga need a first aid, cause he got sprayed
Like some raid
Wasn’t givin up the suede at the arcade
Momma had to pray that she get paid
So a nigga had to move the weight by the front gate
Thought we was getting a good deal and we got played
Got a nigga bitch at the crib, pulling out her braids
Got a couple homies in the clique
Only he’s in place
Street niggas, still got time for running fades

[Bridge: Big Banks and YKB]

[Big Banks]
Never once let a nigga call the cops
[YKB]
FUCK 12!

[Big Banks]
I never once let a nigga hold my Glock
I never once let a nigga run my block

[YKB]
NEVER!

[Big Banks]
I never once let a snitch nigga walk

[Verse 10: YKB]
I’m not a rapper, Im a young king
Get me mad, I’ll let the gun sing
Put a hole in ya, like a diamond ring
I ain’t a gangsta, I don’t keep my pants low
Sprayed the Glock till it’s out of ammo
Im like Howard, I always Prioleau (Pray low)
I don’t start shit, I finish it
Getting killed is just punishment
Yo nigga, keep walking
Cause we all know he ain’t running shit
I’m Bray, nigga, Mr. Steal Yo Bitch
You flexin but it’s all counterfeit
When you walk in on me and yo main
Promise me that you won’t throw a fit
Bitch

[Verse 11: Big Banks]
I am, the definition of awesome
It’s talking that shit
But we know you is profitless
Don’t get me started on confidence
Don’t, know who it is, my shooters anonymous
Don’t give a fuck bout a consequence
Got a nigga bitch in the crib and she bottomless
High on the weed but I’m low on the tolerance
Always severe, bitch I’ve never been moderate
You and yo niggas irrelevant, delicate elements
Never been hesitant, hide all the evidence
Always gone benefit, off of intelligence
Testing my resident, hidin yo skeletons
Y’all niggas get doctorates, I do the opposite
I’ll send a nigga to the doctor for talking shit
Fuck up the monument, made for the communist
Aim is approximate, confident optimist

[Verse 12: YKB]
My clip extend more than a rubber band
I got the Glock and yo life in my other hand
Keeping you alive wasn’t my plan
I’ll kill you and leave yo bitch with my middle man
Once you turn fake, I don’t give a damn
I’m in yo bitch like a catscan
I turn a hunnid into a grand
Remember my Glock is your superfan
Your girl on my waist like a fanny pack
I run through the hoes like a running back
All these bitches tryna get the sack
Broke niggas want they quarter back(quarterback)
Put that metal to his mouth and I call his ass Urkel
Im a track star, y’all niggas some hurdles
Only letting real niggas up in my circle