Troy Ave - June 5th lyrics

Banz and roll this (Chorus) Was ’bout to buy a ‘Rari, bought a tour bus And God, I get a Lambo with the doors up f**ing n***as tell me I don’t work it I see them n***as every time he hurtin’ Blast a couple haters looking stressed out You can’t have your hand and your chest out, fam What you tryin’ to hold, ha, n***a, what? You can hold these shots, you can hold these nuts (Verse) I got mad missions to accomplish Runnin’ throw a b**h n***a gauntlet I can up the style, give me what you got I ain’t trying to hit like a b**h’s on Some n***as throw shots, but don’t matter Cuz when I throw shots bones shatter Break ’em down x 2, break ’em I’m the real deal, n***as faking Moment of silence, I’m about to k** n***as You’re bitin’ my style, I’m ’bout to bill n***as Swagger jacking at an all time high And I ain’t really mad, I ain’t that guy A fisher with the fish scale, you a tuna Little n***a, I’m the big bad and a shooter Violator sent you to hell, oh well you ill Eleven thow in my pocket that I could throw in a fire And I won’t feel it cuz, real sh**, all my stacks get higher On the top pointing higher, on a roll like a casa Most these n***as vagina, I’m looking in with no fire Like, damn with these n***as that be so thought My phone in my hand, nobody still ain’t called my bluff I got it off grams, these other rappers, not so much Not so much, the chuck is up, real n***a sh** (Chorus) (Outro) Soon you will need to get in tune with I got the new album dropping June 5th Major without a deal, are you ready? Your boy in the streets real heavy “““““““““““““““““““““““““““““ (Chorus) I made my name up in these streets like a real n***a I keep ‘em pistols in my jeep like a real n***a I make sure all my homies eat like a real n***a I f** your b**h and go to sleep like a real n***a Man all my pockets be obese cuz I deal n***a A couple boxes ain’t no sneaks, just some bills n***a The way I handle all my beefs, I just k** n***as If you want hunnit then you love me, I’m a real n***a (Verse) Charging my phone, leave them charges alone I’m riding foreigns and trucks, my rims are matte or they chrome Smoke a blunt to the dome, I got some sh** on my head I turn some n***as to bone, f** ‘em all they are dead I get mad I see red, living life, getting bread Gettin’ p**y, f** the opinions of pussies I said Real n***a on top, free run from the box Free money you block, teeth white like them sox (Chorus) (Verse) Studio thug, you can’t do what I do I am really a plug, you just cool in ‘em clubs Before this rap I had bust, fans watching and sh** They jaim to be on that roll, he ain’t cooperate sh** I hold them down with that cash for being real like I knew Loyalty ain’t no favor n***a, it’s just what we do Banz-banz and crew, we get wild like a zoo But all the time, we like chilling f**in’ with hoers by the two Man it’s nothing, all these b**hes is f**ing All these n***as is frontin’, I see them they don’t want nothing I smack, shoot, or snuff ’em They won’t respect my name Violence my go to move, I make ’em respect the pain (Chorus) (Bridge) Man all my pockets be obese cuz I deal n***a A couple boxes ain’t no sneaks, just some bills n***a The way I handle all my beefs, I just k** n***as If you want hunnit then you love me, I’m a real n***a War (Chorus)