French Montana - Last of the Real Lyrics
I'm gangstaI'm gangstaAlrightAyeWe the last of the realPull count it must feelLast of the realMy gun speaker out of that verseThe last of the realPull count it must feelLast of the realMy gun speaker out of that verseStay strapped, got a big number one supersized Big Mac3-57 in the 57 MaybachMade you *****ing niggas sloppyI be Rocky Asap, lay you down face flatMan the last of the real, stackin the millsI ain't talkin bout no lipstick when that Mac in your grillLast of a dying breed, when I fire theseHundred rounds, nigga stop speaking GuyaneseGot a clip and a chopper full of flower seedsNiggas hanging all choppers where your momma sleepWe the best coke boys, nigga you ain't heardMy gun speed you of that wayWe the last of the realPull count it must feelLast of the realMy gun speaker out of that verseWe the last of the realPull count it must feelLast of the realMy gun speaker out of that verseOkay now play like I'm *****Killas ***** up your night20 goons in your kitchenWhy you skyping your wife?Like here the stash? In the safeIt ain't no asking you twiceMy trigger finger be itching, that ***** be switching them why?I'm like the last of the realWell I own the half of a pillJumping off that bucket for real30 niggas ain't crip with the steelYou don't want them problems, you don't want that dramaBut I'd watch your mouth, you must be bonkersYou don't know of your momma, then it's how with marblesBlack on black, feeling like I knew ObamaCan I do no commerce to your coupesIs why this miss MadonnaMother***** the loyal to your honorMoney and power, I talk that shit yet againMy gun speed you of that wayWe the last of the realPull count it must feelLast of the realMy gun speaker out of that verseWe the last of the realPull count it must feelLast of the realMy gun speaker out of that verseLast of the real, blue steelWe the best, we the realestMe and Montana, never leave my home without the bannerStop with my real vestThe last of the realThe one with the money and the whoresBoy fat *****, finding beating on the floorBlood clot, real to the floorThey don't make us no moreWe the last of the realPull count it must feelLast of the realMy gun speed you of that wayMy gun speed you of that wayRa pa pa pam speed you out of that wayWe the last of the realPull count it must feelLast of the realMy gun speaker out of that verseWe the last of the realPull count it must feelLast of the realMy gun speaker out of that verse
