[Chorus]
Pull up and then blast for real (for real)
Got lasers like tag for real (for real)
Push yo top back for real (for real)
We killin yo mans for real (for real)
I'm in my bag for real (for real)
[VERSE 1]
Keep claiming you a killa
We gon have to kill ya
These bullets gonna kiss ya
But they ain't gon miss ya
[Chorus]
Pull up and then blast for real (for real)
Got lasers like tag for real (for real)
Push yo top back for real (for real)
We killin yo mans for real (for real)
I'm in my bag for real (for real)
[VERSE 2]
Pull up on a opp
Blast him wit da Glock
32 shot cuz he got shot
With 32 rounds
Yea we laid him down
Laid him in the ground
Cuz he was fuckin round
In reality this goofy was a clown
[Chorus]
Pull up and then blast for real (for real)
Got lasers like tag for real (for real)
Push yo top back for real (for real)
We killin yo mans for real (for real)
I'm in my bag for real (for real)
[VERSE 3]
Aye niggas snatch my heart out my chest can't nobody replace it
Tryna hold my head I don't know if I'ma make it
So much pain I been through I don't know if I could keep on racing
Niggas gettin cooked like im baking
Pull up with the Glock and ak
[Chorus]
Pull up and then blast for real (for real)
Got lasers like tag for real (for real)
Push yo top back for real (for real)
We killin yo mans for real (for real)
I'm in my bag for real (for real)
Pull up and then blast for real (for real)
Got lasers like tag for real (for real)
Push yo top back for real (for real)
We killin yo mans for real (for real)
I'm in my bag for real (for real)
[VERSE 1]
Keep claiming you a killa
We gon have to kill ya
These bullets gonna kiss ya
But they ain't gon miss ya
[Chorus]
Pull up and then blast for real (for real)
Got lasers like tag for real (for real)
Push yo top back for real (for real)
We killin yo mans for real (for real)
I'm in my bag for real (for real)
[VERSE 2]
Pull up on a opp
Blast him wit da Glock
32 shot cuz he got shot
With 32 rounds
Yea we laid him down
Laid him in the ground
Cuz he was fuckin round
In reality this goofy was a clown
[Chorus]
Pull up and then blast for real (for real)
Got lasers like tag for real (for real)
Push yo top back for real (for real)
We killin yo mans for real (for real)
I'm in my bag for real (for real)
[VERSE 3]
Aye niggas snatch my heart out my chest can't nobody replace it
Tryna hold my head I don't know if I'ma make it
So much pain I been through I don't know if I could keep on racing
Niggas gettin cooked like im baking
Pull up with the Glock and ak
[Chorus]
Pull up and then blast for real (for real)
Got lasers like tag for real (for real)
Push yo top back for real (for real)
We killin yo mans for real (for real)
I'm in my bag for real (for real)
( YRC Ejay )
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