808 Mafia - Boy, How To Be Real (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug] Whoa My bro's whats up n***a I got you Turn up Ay, ay, ay, chee, chee chee! [Hook: Young Thug] Imma cop a brand new house for big dope boy All my dogs that turned pretty call them yorks, boy If I'm ever in the hood, I got them narcs, boy Hundred grand made on the porch, boy Boy, young Quan hot as a torch, boy Boy, boy, Hitman answer in the dark, boy Heyyy, boy, boy, hey, hey, hey, boy, boy, boy, boy, boy [Verse 1: Young Thug] I can't wait for one of these p**y n***as to play I'ma co*k it and let it rip like bo-bo-boy Ayye, it do not matter where I'm shooting they think I got extended clips don't look like bo-bo-boy If that's my n***a I will bleed for him If he has arms I put some grams inside the leaf for him I catch your b**h control her like a leash on her My whoadie got lots of keys like Alicia on him Gra gra gra Shut down with like gun Travis Lotta bandz on your set like you live in Aspen I'ma shine, b**h, call me Ol' Dirty ba*tard We gon' react when you play last n***a laughing [Hook: Young Thug (Wiz Khalifa)] I'ma cop a brand new house for big dope boy All my dogs that turned pretty call them narcs, boy If I'm ever in the hood, I got them narcs, boy Hundred grand made on the porch, boy Boy, young Quan hot as a torch, boy Boy, boy, Hitman answer in the dark, boy Boooy, boy, boy, hey, hey, hey, boy, boy, boy, boy, boy (Real) (Yal better chill) (Man) [Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa] How to be real Some n***as don't but some n***as will I'm shooting to k** Jumpin to ride or shooting to k** I'm taking the shot I'm drinking that gin or shooting to k** My b**hes so real My b**hes so real My b**hes so real You k**in' my vibe I'm up in that b**h I'm getting a thrill I'm popping that thing She poppin' that p**y like it is a pill I come from the burg Some n***as are fake most n***as are real Some n***as get k**ed I don't drink n' drive she takin' the wheel Hundred thousand dollars round my neck, yes n***a I'm down to ride for my respect, yes Man, yal just don't understand Since I was a lil' n***a yea I've been poppin' them rubber bands God damn If I didn't have a deal I'd still have a mil My n***as thuggin' out in public f** it I guess nobody told you How to be real [Hook: Young Thug] I'ma cop a brand new house for big dope boy All my dogs that turned pretty call them yorks, boy If I'm ever in the hood, I got them narcs, boy Hundred grand made on the porch, boy Boy, young Quan hot as a torch, boy Boy, boy, Hitman answer in the dark, boy Heyyy, boy, boy, hey, hey, hey, boy, boy, boy, boy, boy