Unreleased archive entry

Real One

Juice WRLD · Produced by Andrew Watt, Louis Bell

Real One lyrics

Verse Poppin pills in the back of a party whos with it Talkin out his neck they found his body who did it Bite down on that pill Im on that Molly that ooh kill em I love lean no juice and gin I mix it up with hallucinogens Uh she ride my dick like a roller coaster so she call it amusement Uh she told me Im doper than bakin soda Put my dick in her throat now she need Ricola In a black SUV I got a chauffeur Pull a fuck nigga card like I’m playin poker Bitch you gotta go home I said its over I dont love you no more Yeah I dont love you no more Dead presidents pockets a morgue Smokin on that ol boy I’m a cash gettin uh asskickin   Chorus Real one yeah yeah Rеal one yeah yeah Rеal one yeah Im a cash gettin asskickin real one uh I got real guns uh Talkin outside had to go in and pick one grrah Ima real one Ima real Ima real Ima real one Goin numb off the pills it wont hurt I wont feel nun Ima real one Ima real Ima real Ima real one Open Verse   Chorus Real one yeah yeah Real one yeah yeah Real one yeah Im a cash gettin asskickin real one uh I got real guns uh Talkin outside had to go in and pick one grrah Ima real one Ima real Ima real Ima real one Goin numb off the pills it wont hurt I wont feel nun Ima real one Ima real Ima real Ima real one   Open Verse   Chorus Real one yeah yeah Real one yeah yeah Real one yeah Im a cash gettin asskickin real one uh I got real guns uh Talkin outside had to go in and pick one grrah Ima real one Ima real Ima real Ima real one Goin numb off the pills it wont hurt I wont feel nun Ima real one Ima real Ima real Ima real one