Bump The Real lyrics

Artist  : Royal T 
Song : Bump The Real



 Send "Bump The Real" Ringtone to your Cell 

  feat. Frank V, Mr. Sancho, OG Spanish Fly, Yogi
[Royal T]
Motherf**king chronic
Sticky icky
Homeboy
You want some money?
Motherf**ker, you're f**king up my high

[Frank V]
Who's coming with that gang shit, that boogie
bang shit
If you're an enemy, you can't hang bit*h
We're coming with that gangster sh*t you can
trust
Cuz can't nobody drop the sh*t like us
We never fake, we just take your spot, set up
shop
Get rich then we ditch, I mean shake the spot
And it's still popping and we ain't stopping
dropping
Hits, to piss off the haters that keep flopping
Some of these fools today are just wack
They look hard, but when you hear the sh*t you
wanna take it back
You need to put your money on us
Cuz either with the rap or cap I ain't afraid to
bust
And if you ask me that's what gangster's about
You doubt me, then homey you can call me out
We'll get em up in a minute, knock your as* out
quick
Now tell your bit*h to come here and make her
suck this dick

[Chorus x2: Yogi]
Twelve gauge ammo popping, Chevrolet mobbing
Shot gun baby put you to limits
If you should see me say 'What's up homes, orale'
Babydoll Q-Vole, bump the real suvale

[Yogi]
I used to stroll down the block, sandals and
pulled up socks
Bit*hes on the jock with the twenty two glock
I heard you got caught, I wasn't really shocked
I know I haven't wrote but I miss you a lot
Visit your baby's mama, your son and your
daughter
 
Everytime I see your moms her eyes start to water
They wanna break you off, twenty five with an L
It's a trip it seems like we're all in jail
When you got locked up and sh*t got dramatic
And blew up when you called me and told me you
turned Catholic
And I'm still down with you, hope you beat your
case
Can't wait to see your face on your release date
Believe me I haven't forgot about you
Matter of fact the other day my moms asked me
about you
I told her you were doing fine, she says that
she's praying for you
I gotta go, I couldn't finish saying what I'm
saying

[Chorus x2]

[OG Spanish Fly]
OG Spanish Fly aka the Maniac
Got the chronic sack, smoking and choking till my
eyes come back
I see some haters around, they're rolling up in
the town
Rocks getting thrown by the pound cuz we ain't
f**king around
Now it's official, my life is legit
You wanna bump my shit, turn it up and take a hit
Now let's ride, slide, skipdy dip
It's Low Profile in this a±o, my heat goes click

[Mr. Sancho]
Blue Chevrolet mobbing, neighborhood swabbing
Roll up the windows cuz we just hot-boxing
Four inch blade put away in my pocket
Some fools try to act brave so I pop it
Kick knowledge to some top notch hoes
Forget college cuz my pockets swoll
But I gotta keep the income coming cuz these
puto's running
Cuz the game will never stop till I'm surrounded
by hundreds

[Chorus x2]