[Lyric] Real One (Hardo & Kizzl)

[Intro]
Trapstastic bitch
Trapstastic
Trapstastic
Trapstastic
(Stevie Kill The Beat)

Chorus: Hardo]
It take a real one to know a real one
Man you know these streets they always kill one
Remember I was broke right when them deals come
Now I put up money for my little ones
Man I’m out here trapping till the deal come
These streets done made me cold now I feel numb
I ain’t have no bread I had to steal crumbs
It take a real one to know a real one
It take a real one to know a real one
It take a real one to know a real one
It take a real one to know a real one
It take a real one to know a real one
[Verse 1: Hardo]
In the streets on them late nights
Money, murder them street types
Big diamonds I got ice, cops harassing me like I don’t got rights
Play the phone you gone send kites
From the red & blue to them stage lights
In the water wit them great whites
Gonna smoke sum them I take flight
Trapping all through my cell
Got the work off the scale
Big fish ?
Shooter’s so young he can’t spell
Rule #1 when you in these streets & you getting money nigga don’t tell
Got the work in a hotel, I be catching plays like Odell
? On these niggas
Ray Charles on these niggas
Playing round wit them sticks, baseball on these niggas
I say when he go, I play god to these niggas
I just met a Miggo, time to take off on these niggas trap

Chorus: Hardo]
It take a real one to know a real one
Man you know these streets they always kill one
Remember I was broke right when them deals come
Now I put up money for my little ones
Man I’m out here trapping till the deal come
These streets done made me cold now I feel numb
I ain’t have no bread I had to steal crumbs
It take a real one to know a real one
It take a real one to know a real one
It take a real one to know a real one
It take a real one to know a real one
It take a real one to know a real one
[Verse 1: Kizzl]
I don’t fuck wit the so calls
Touchdown ima show off
Big chain, wit the big charm
Diamonds looking like snowballs
In the trap getting blow off
Putting stamps on a dope bag
Hundred joints in the toe bag
I’ma kill em nigga toe tag
LV on my Shirt, Double G on my hoe bag
More paper than a notepad
Moncler on my coat tag
Young nigga from the projects I was growing up with no dad
Now I’m sitting in the trap house, got boy & girl nigga code red
Plug ready time to go grab, Glock .40 case it go bad
Get pulled ima go fed
I’ma trap nigga like Joe said
Walking all through the trap
Versace All on my back
Them niggas know I got the sacc
These bitches don’t know how to act (huh)

Chorus: Hardo]
It take a real one to know a real one
Man you know these streets they always kill one
Remember I was broke right when them deals come
Now I put up money for my little ones
Man I’m out here trapping till the deal come
These streets done made me cold now I feel numb
I ain’t have no bread I had to steal crumbs
It take a real one to know a real one
It take a real one to know a real one
It take a real one to know a real one
It take a real one to know a real one
It take a real one to know a real one