Gucci Mane - Real Gas lyrics

rate me

ft. Waka Flocka

I'm in a real dooly, my life a real movie

Your girlfriend want to change her heart she is a real groupie

I'm rocking real diamonds, you rocking real fluid

And this is not a water gun, this is a real Uzi

I got more motherfucking money than a preacher, hoe

I'm like a million dollars richer than a week ago

Got so much jewelry on I look just like a jewelry store

If you a bad bitch then why you wearing sneakers for?

You say you’re balling, what you sitting in the bleachers for?

Rolls Royce, a head shot, but my charger is a body blow

If you don't suck it right then I guess I gotta teach the hoe

I’m smoking swishers not the same shit Wiz Khalifa blow

I'm smoking real gas, spend money real fast

Lil' momma say shit but I wonder if that’s a real act

I want her real bad, I got a real bag

I got it on with a long way, I got that real cash

I roll with real niggas, I’m talking real killers

And I suggest you stay in line, we got real bad tempers

I'm rocking' real Prada, I'm rocking real Louie

These other suckers out here imposters on the real Gucci

This is a onetime… selling weed, mollies, zans

Steal from me, I'm killing all close friends

He smoking dope out of chicken bones and soda cans

Clang county, that's gang land, my shooters, they got shooters, man

He wanna rob, better change his plans

When they run in his house everybody backing out and they shooting, man

If you want the pass him river dell I’m out here send 100 bands

On 85, that's real shit, flex too much and get your dome kicked

Can't stand a lame and a broke bitch

It ain't hard to tell, nigga, I'm the man

Can't fuck with soldiers or middle man

So I'm a boss nigga, do boss shit

Like a GD, I'm a boss bitch, hanging out the window with a chopstick

Got leather gloves with no mask

When I hit a leak just to let you know who took your shit

You lame as hell, you a free pick

My young niggas, they'll murk your ass for a half a brick

Need to rob, that's my free, bitch

I'm smoking real gas, spend money real fast

Lil' momma say shit but I wonder if that’s a real act

I want her real bad, I got a real bag

I got it on with a long way, I got that real cash

I roll with real niggas, I’m talking real killers

And I suggest you stay in line, we got real bad tempers

I'm rocking' real Prada, I'm rocking real Louie

These other suckers out here imposters on the real Gucci