Real Killas Don’t Talk

[Hook]

Real killas don't talk (don't talk, don't talk)

Real Killas don't talk (don't talk, don't talk)

Let them burners talk, blow your ass up

When there's beef, I'm pulling down on a nigga

In these streets, I'm pulling down on a nigga

If I find you, I'm pulling down on you nigga

Pull them burners out, 40 rounds on a nigga

I'm a side for the cash

40 Glock in the stash

Ass K no man trash bags full of cash

Kicking dough's murders hoes, pulling hoes

When you go body level on the floor

Get the dough to serve them all

From the grams to the pounds hustle gonna put it down

Shooting up any rounds locate to another town

With the sack with the gun

In the street it ain't no fun

Gun with the feel on with my hand on the gun

Fingers off the plug with the swag of a drug dealer

Pitches up home cook it to the close

Served out on Hotel 6 a hustler know that's the lick

Cocaine hard, you get caught, that's a charge that a steam

If you ain't with this street shit

Stay your ass in the porch

Cause when it comes to beef shit

Niggas do get torch

I smoke a nigga like a Kush blunt

Blow yo brains back of the head straight to the front

A nigga know just what it is with me

Don't need no niggas with me that burn or go stay with me

So if you wanna let yo nigga send you out

Watch this throwaway mad staying stick out

I pull down on my end of this blur face

I'm the last face he see before he get erased

I say that chopper it always got a beef taste

Nobody shots my dough, I'm aiming at yo face