[Pre-Chorus: ScHoolboy Q]
No, you don't be slidin'
My nigga, you lyin'
You know you ain't ridin', hah (Hah)
No, you don't be slidin'
My nigga, you lyin'
You know you be hidin', hah, bitch
[Chorus: Traffic]
When it's on then it's on, man that shit got real
I was on my last song, man that shit got real
Life feeling hella lonely, man that shit got real
Keep a hoe in my phone, man that shit got real
Mama kicked me out the house, man that shit got real
Now I’m living at my granny house, that shit got real
Gotta keep a .9 piece, man that shit got real
You can die in my street, man that shit got real
[Verse 1: Traffic]
I do this for the riders
I do this for my pops, dead and gone, and my locs, on my mama
And my mama, and my kids
On Fig', I be doing my shit
If I ain't selling dope then I'm selling your bitch
My ambitions as a rider on my 2Pac shit
All blue everything so you know I'm a Crip
All blue everything, you can tell I'm a Crip
Keep the .9 on my hip just in case a nigga trip
Man that shit get real, I suggest you keep it still
Keep it real with your peeps
If not, you gon' die in the streets
My house the gang house if there's beef
We about fifty deep, I'm D. Wade with the heat
No wonder you ain't coming outside
Every single hollow gon' fly
[Pre-Chorus: ScHoolboy Q]
No, you don't be slidin'
My nigga, you lyin'
You know you ain't ridin', hah (Hah)
No, you don't be slidin'
My nigga, you lyin'
You know you be hidin', hah, bitch
[Chorus: Traffic]
When it's on then it's on, man that shit got real
I was on my last song, man that shit got real
Life feeling hella lonely, man that shit got real
Keep a hoe in my phone, man that shit got real
Mama kicked me out the house, man that shit got real
Now I’m living at my granny house, that shit got real
Gotta keep a .9 piece, man that shit got real
You can die in my street, man that shit got real
[Verse 2: ScHoolboy Q]
On the gang, you ain't ever seen a loc this real
We don't flash guns, we poppin' when shit get real
Niggas shootin' at my granny house 'cause shit got real
It's all good, I heard yesterday them boys got killed
When I was six, never thought my life would be like this
I miss backflips and chili on my Frito chips
Got a dollar in my pocket with the same old dreams
Of getting rich, I'll grab the 9, loc, and do my thing
Niggas talking that talk but never caught that fade
Be a felon, might get life if I don’t beat this case
Keep a mask and two gloves when I'm around your wave
I just might be in your hood if you don’t buy my tape
Niggas stay in my pockets like they built this shit
Don’t even know my last name, tryna lead my ship
Tryna play me like a chump, I bet your ass get popped
Ghetto bird stay on the block 'cause this shit stay hot, what?
[Pre-Chorus: ScHoolboy Q]
No, you don't be slidin'
My nigga, you lyin'
You know you ain't ridin', hah (Hah)
No, you don't be slidin'
My nigga, you lyin'
You know you be hidin', hah, bitch
[Chorus: Traffic]
When it's on then it's on, man that shit got real
I was on my last song, man that shit got real
Life feeling hella lonely, man that shit got real
Keep a hoe in my phone, man that shit got real
Mama kicked me out the house, man that shit got real
Now I’m living at my granny house, that shit got real
Gotta keep a .9 piece, man that shit got real
You can die in my street, man that shit got real
[Verse 3: T.F]
I be posted on the killer, when shit get real
Ask about me on a mission, bitch, I bounce out wheels
I was stalking in the fields when shit got real
That’s when a nigga went down, couldn't post no bail
Nothing realer than that, yeah that shit got real
So you can't talk how I talk, you can't live where I live
It is what it is, yeah this shit get real
Keep it a hundred or nothing, that's a hell of a deal
Uh, I'ma ride 'til the wheels fall off
These niggas only ridin' 'til the peels run out
Watch how many hollows when them shells come out
But when that steel come out, that's when the real come out
All the tough guys dip when the bitch come out
'Cause when this shit gets real, that's when them sticks come out
Everything skanless like a lick in the drought
Yeah this nigga my plug, but this what I'm about
It's real
[Pre-Chorus: ScHoolboy Q]
No, you don't be slidin'
My nigga, you lyin'
You know you ain't ridin', hah (Hah)
No, you don't be slidin'
My nigga, you lyin'
You know you be hidin', hah, bitch
[Chorus: Traffic]
When it's on then it's on, man that shit got real
I was on my last song, man that shit got real
Life feeling hella lonely, man that shit got real
Keep a hoe in my phone, man that shit got real
Mama kicked me out the house, man that shit got real
Now I’m living at my granny house, that shit got real
Gotta keep a .9 piece, man that shit got real
You can die in my street, man that shit got real