Niggas Ain't Real - CELIS

Won’t swing, scared to bunt

Celis

With a gun niggas think they the best

Walk around like they got an S on they chest

You ain’t hard homie give it a rest

Man that shit straight cap, Mitchell and Ness, hmph

New eras ain’t fitted for this

Snap back to reality end up being causalty

To real niggas that’ll pop the trunk grab the pump

Cock back and start to dumb for tryna front

Won’t swing scared to bunt you run like Gump

Get hit and start to slump

The wolves is out, don’t talk but like to hunt

Quick to kick shit off 4th down and punt

No discussions just concussions

Take everything cold up off you like Robustusin

Gun ringing off, swear that’s it been a drill

That don’t stop itchy triggers fingers looking to kill, nah

Niggas always stay poppin that shit (Stop talking)

But get 'em face to face they never admit (Won't do it)

Ain’t as hard when they homeboys ain’t around (Nah)

They don’t even make a sound (Cause)