Z Munna - real deal Lyrics

Aye it be times I'm asking God why I'm still here
They got a nigga sipping Wock, yeah this the real deal
I said them Perkys looking pressed, nah them ain't real pills
Five percent tint riding round with my steel still
Aye, I be asking God everyday like why me
And I can't never be too cautious pull up 25 deep
I fuck around and do the dash, I see them boys behind me
Two twins right on my hip, yeah them bitches they Siamese
I been going through some real shit, sometimes I don't know who to trust
Sometimes I don't know who with them, sometimes I don't know who with us
Real life trap tunes, no lovey dovey in the studio
B Will started talking, I shedded tears at that funeral
And Mo Will you my brother, man I got your back for life bro
But in times like this I swear my heart be getting ice cold
And you know that that money ain't a thang
I'm putting money in the streets, I'm putting money in the bank
That lil hoe she want a ride, she putting money on my tank
I treat that nigga like a goofy, what you got up on my drank
Aye first class, I be sliding out to the West Coast
Nah, I'm smoking on this Za lil baby, I ain't got no chest cold
Aye, I just spent a check up on this ice to get my neck glowed
I bought her Loub, Chanel
Hell nah them ain't no retros
I said I pull up in a S-Class, she thought it was a CLS
New script of cough syrup, I just hit the CVS
Yeah, pull up to the trap spot, nah it ain't no meeting up
No, no we ain't meeting up
We ain't gotta meet up
Comfy in the trap, I got my feet up
I just got my O's and my P's up
I be on my P's and my Q's, I got my heat tucked
Spilled a line of Wocky on my jeans, that shit was 300
Aye, this a Super Charger, I got like 180 on the dash
I told my bitch to hold it down, she going crazy with my trap
Nah, we ain't got no kids but shawty keep that baby on her lap
Aye, she gon hold it down and she won't never play me when she mad
Aye it be times I'm asking God why I'm still here
They got a nigga sipping Wock, yeah this the real deal
I said them Perkys looking pressed, nah them ain't real pills
Five percent tint riding round with my steel still
Aye it be times I'm asking God why I'm still here
They got a nigga sipping Wock, yeah this the real deal
I said them Perkys looking pressed, nah them ain't real pills
Five percent tint riding round with my steel still

Aye it be times I'm asking God why I'm still here
They got a nigga sipping Wock, yeah this the real deal
I said them Perkys looking pressed, nah them ain't real pills
Five percent tint riding round with my steel still
Aye, I be asking God everyday like why me
And I can't never be too cautious pull up 25 deep
I fuck around and do the dash, I see them boys behind me
Two twins right on my hip, yeah them bitches they Siamese
I been going through some real shit, sometimes I don't know who to trust
Sometimes I don't know who with them, sometimes I don't know who with us
Real life trap tunes, no lovey dovey in the studio
B Will started talking, I shedded tears at that funeral
And Mo Will you my brother, man I got your back for life bro
But in times like this I swear my heart be getting ice cold
And you know that that money ain't a thang
I'm putting money in the streets, I'm putting money in the bank
That lil hoe she want a ride, she putting money on my tank
I treat that nigga like a goofy, what you got up on my drank
Aye first class, I be sliding out to the West Coast
Nah, I'm smoking on this Za lil baby, I ain't got no chest cold
Aye, I just spent a check up on this ice to get my neck glowed
I bought her Loub, Chanel
Hell nah them ain't no retros
I said I pull up in a S-Class, she thought it was a CLS
New script of cough syrup, I just hit the CVS
Yeah, pull up to the trap spot, nah it ain't no meeting up
No, no we ain't meeting up
We ain't gotta meet up
Comfy in the trap, I got my feet up
I just got my O's and my P's up
I be on my P's and my Q's, I got my heat tucked
Spilled a line of Wocky on my jeans, that shit was 300
Aye, this a Super Charger, I got like 180 on the dash
I told my bitch to hold it down, she going crazy with my trap
Nah, we ain't got no kids but shawty keep that baby on her lap
Aye, she gon hold it down and she won't never play me when she mad
Aye it be times I'm asking God why I'm still here
They got a nigga sipping Wock, yeah this the real deal
I said them Perkys looking pressed, nah them ain't real pills
Five percent tint riding round with my steel still
Aye it be times I'm asking God why I'm still here
They got a nigga sipping Wock, yeah this the real deal
I said them Perkys looking pressed, nah them ain't real pills
Five percent tint riding round with my steel still