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lirik lagu kayo vulture - real street nigga

[intro: kayo vulture]
ayy, turn me up, keith
yeah, yeah, huh (skrrt!)
real street sh~t, b~tch, on gang!
f~ck these opps, we active! (vulture mode!)

[chorus: kayo vulture]
i’m a real street n~gga, i don’t talk much (nah)
glock on my hip, let it spark like it’s star dust (brrrah!)
pill in my cup and my b~tch got her ass up (booty!)
never gave a f~ck, i was raised in the back cuts
drippin’ in dior, they ain’t seen what i seen (nope)
ran through the mud with a tec and a beam (bang!)
they know how i move, i don’t fold, i don’t sing
put a opp in the dirt, make his mama just scream (ahh!)
big gold grill, that florida flash
took his b~tch, now she throwin’ me ass
wipe a nose, no tissue, just blast
this real life, no cap in my raps!

[verse 1: kayo vulture]
ayy, caught that boy lackin’, he froze in the cut (boom boom boom!)
put him on a shirt, got his bro throwin’ up (p~ssy!)
tried to ride my wave, but hе ain’t built tough
in the h~llcat swervin’, your block gеttin’ rushed
f~ck a case, b~tch, i been on the run
three straps in the trunk, that’s a murderin’ ton
got a plug from belize, and he talk with a gun
if i die, bury me with a scale and some funds (for real!)
she a thot, i ain’t wife her (nah)
she ate the whole clique, now you kiss her (yuck!)
still sendin’ shots on twitter
but won’t pull up, you a hoe~ass quitter (facts!)
got tattoos all on my mental
lost too many, i’m gone, i’m sinful
blew his head like a birthday candle
real street n~gga, this life ain’t gentle (b~tch!)
[chorus: kayo vulture]
i’m a real street n~gga, i don’t talk much (never)
glock on my hip, let it spark like it’s star dust (grrrah!)
pill in my cup and my b~tch got her ass up (ugh!)
never gave a f~ck, i was raised in the back cuts (slums!)
drippin’ in dior, they ain’t seen what i seen
ran through the mud with a tec and a beam (boom!)
they know how i move, i don’t fold, i don’t sing
put a opp in the dirt, make his mama just scream (haaah!)

[verse 2: youngboy never broke again]
these n~ggas be cappin’, i catch ’em, i split ’em
said he a shooter, that boy just a witness (p~ssy!)
ridin’ with k!llers, and we never missin’
hundred round drum like the motherf~ckin’ pistons
told that hoe don’t talk, just bend
i don’t do love, i just f~ck then send
still got opps tryna plot revenge
but i stay too high and my glock got twins
popped out the cut with a 30 like “boom!”
heard he a stepper, that boy ain’t moved
told lil’ bro, let’s clean up the room
chopper got kick, it’ll knock down a tomb
i ain’t with the whisperin’, talk loud, b~tch
if it’s real smoke, bring the whole crowd, b~tch
still ridin’ ’round with a four~pound stick
i don’t duck sh~t, i just unload clips (brrrah!)
[chorus: kayo vulture & youngboy never broke again]
(yeah, b~tch) i’m a real street n~gga, i don’t talk much
(yb) glock on my hip, let it spark like it’s star dust (boom!)
pill in my cup and my b~tch got her ass up (shake!)
never gave a f~ck, i was raised in the back cuts (woo!)
drippin’ in dior, they ain’t seen what i seen
ran through the mud with a tec and a beam
they know how i move, i don’t fold, i don’t sing
put a opp in the dirt, make his mama just scream (grrah!)

[outro: kayo vulture]
huh, yeah
put gold in my mouth, put pain in my verse
put sh~lls in his car, leave blood on his shirt
f~ck what he said, we gon’ slide first
ain’t no peace, b~tch, i want war worse
real street n~gga, forever vulture mode!
f~ck the industry
(yeah… skrrt skrrt… kayo vulture, b~tch)

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