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