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Lil Tecca - Really Them Boys Lyrics

[Intro: Lil Yachty]
Yeah, yeah (Two lil' black boys, you know, it's us)
Neeko you made that motherfuckin' beat?
Ah nah, you ain't make that motherfucker (What up Tec?)
Hahahaha, Nick, you're stupid
It's over
(Yeah, brrt, buh)

[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
Big body Benz Boat, I'm tryna stump this ho
We could make this shit real, real, real big
My nigga in the cell right now, reach out for sellin' cig's (Drrt)
(Slatt, boom, go)
You niggas don't know who you fuckin' with, it's really them boys
(It's us) Yeah (It's really us)
How you let them hoes run over you?
You is not pimpin' (Pimp, pimp, pimp), pimpin' (Pimp, pimp, pimp)
You is not pimpin' (Pimp, pimp, pimp)
Can't no bitch do me like Pippen (Pimp, pimp, pimp)
Nineteen on me, that's why I'm limpin' (Limpin', limpin')
Bitch, no, I'm no simpin', simpin', simpin' (Yeah, yeah, go)
I don't cheat on my bitch, but it's tempting
I'm with T, that's Tecca, not Lipton
All of my niggas be blood, they drippin'
Still got cousins back home, they crippin'
Ride sideways, on bowls, I'm tippin'
Spint' my car at night, I'm trippin'
My licence expired but I'm still whippin'
[Bridge: Lil Yachty]
My shit five-hundred, if any of these niggas rack it
I'm on they ass 'cause they can't afford to fix it, yeah
It's all good, all good in the hood, my bitch bad and boujee (Brrt)

[Verse: Lil Tecca & Lil Yachty]
Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah, it's us)
Yeah, we gon' be good, yeah (Yeah, we gon' be good)
Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah)
I'ma run that shit up as I should
Don't trust that (Yeah), don't love that bitch
Don't trust that shit, don't trust that shit
These diamonds in my ear, these bitches love that shit (Yeah)
Oh, you still talkin' shit, but you don't want no action
I'm showin' love to my right side
She toppin' me, gave her a high five
I'm glowin' without the sunlight
You wouldn't know it, it been a long time
I just called my bro, I said, "Get ready, bitch, I'm outside"
We so goddamn up, if I look up, might see the skyline
You could get what you want, yeah, if the time right
Treat that bitch just like a baba, then I tell her, "Bye-bye"
Gettin' straight up to paper, I ain't wastin' my time
I just put her on the sauce and now she rock what I like
Change her whole style, but she still look good
I done been here for a while, I'm still misunderstood
Might just pull up, air it out, yeah, they don't wanna
Look into my bitches eyes, you can see they on time (It's over)
On time (Yeah-yeah, brrt, yeah-yeah, buh)
[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
Big body Benz Boat, I'm tryna stump this ho
We could make this shit real, real, real big
My nigga in the cell right now, reach out for sellin' cig's (Drrt)
(Slatt, boom, go)
You niggas don't know who you fuckin' with, it's really them boys
(It's us) Yeah (It's really us)
How you let them hoes run over you?
You is not pimpin' (Pimp, pimp, pimp), pimpin' (Pimp, pimp, pimp)
You is not pimpin' (Pimp, pimp, pimp)
Can't no bitch do me like Pippen (Pimp, pimp, pimp)
Nineteen on me, that's why I'm limpin' (Limpin', limpin')
Bitch, no, I'm no simpin', simpin', simpin' (Yeah, yeah, go)
I don't cheat on my bitch, but it's tempting
I'm with T, that's Tecca, not Lipton
All of my niggas be blood, they drippin'
Still got cousins back home, they crippin'
Ride sideways, on bowls, I'm tippin'
Spint' my car at night, I'm trippin'
My licence expired but I'm still whippin'