Realest Nigga (freestyle) Lyrics & Tabs by Ace Hood
Realest Nigga (freestyle)
guitar chords lyrics
Yeah, it's true, I eah, it's true, I
am a beat killer am a beat killer
(You looking at (You looking at
the hottest of the hottest of
the hot niggas) the hot niggas)
Summer time,
but my Rollie
still in late
December
Niggas actin
like some
bitches, need to
change genders
Know it's only
poppin', tell me
change genders
Know it's only
poppin', tell me
why they wake
the goblin up
Silence on the
gun so we don't
have to wake
your daughter
up
Way before the
Tampa Bay,
bitch I been
chasin' [?]
Tell me why
they wanna
throw a pebble
at an armored
truck
Lookin' at a
101, pussy, you
ain't one of us
Make me get
retarded like I'm
ridin' on a short
bus
Flexin' on these
niggas, oh I
thought this
was a warm
up?
Tell'em shoot it
up then double
back, I call it
karma
People pay
attention, push
a button for
ignition
Dopest in the
business, think I
need some
intervention
Soon as go to
wackin', Imma
send him in
detention
Clips like
weaves, know
they comin'
with extensions
Always on the
hustle, bitches
know I keep a
cover
Sleep without a
blanket, never
know who
under covers
Fuck her, never
love her, wear a
rubber, blow it
back, yo
I'm super dope,
I'm a walking
trap house
Shoutin' out to
Philly, free my
nigga, tho
Soon as my
nigga Fat Boy
hit the turf, I got
his envelope
Tell'em kiss ya
ass, they can do
that under
mistletoe
Think its sweet
then go aimin'
straight at your
cantaloupe
Yeah you know
I'm trained to
blow, I got that
halitosis flow
Jumpin' out the
Lambo in
sandals, I got
that antidote
Hammer pokin'
out of my
pocket, it's like
a camel toe
Gassin' all
these rappers,
ya'll need to
work at a
Texaco
I ain't got no
medals, I ain't
got no medals
Pussy nigga
sleepin, hit him
up in his
pajamas
I hit him up in
his pajamas
I'm just tryna
kick it, tell them
bitches David
Beckham
Ok, I'm bluffin',
never love'm,
got a question,
is we fuckin'?
She addicted,
David Ruffin,
load the clip
and watch it
buffle
(Bodybag)
I'm a hot nigga,
someone tell
that to the tan
bed
If the beat was
human
tell him he a
dead man
Ain't no hope in
wishin',
Phantom Ghost
through the
Bentley
If he with the
scissors, can't
afford it with
your bitchin'
Gone
