CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : Average Nigga (Realer)

Brrd, brrd, hello? What?
Yeah, yeah, bye, yeah

Man, I know you ain’t no killa
Man, I know all dealers real dealers
Man, I know it don’t get no realer
Count five hundred top of the building (Yeah)
Watch how I turn this brick to an M
Yeah my car didn’t come with no ceiling
All these n***as wan' be him
'Cause they know he ain’t no average n***a (Ayy)
Man, I know you ain’t no killa
Man, I know all dealers real dealers
Man, I know it don’t get no realer
Count five hundred top of the building (Yeah)
Watch how I turn this brick to an M
Yeah my car didn’t come with no ceiling
All these n***as wan' be him
'Cause they know he ain’t no average n***a (Ayy)

Know my n***a, he got ten bodies, so you know he ain’t no average killa
Flooded AP, that’s good for timin'
Wrist ain’t got no average ticka
I just took yo' b*t*h on an island, this is not no average villa
She said my sh*t hit like the ocean, this is not no average river
Damn, my diamonds hittin' so hard, they lookin' invisible
I had to dip in my arm, prolly my wrist or tooth
N***as, they wanna be me, this sh*t is despicable
I gotta lot on my plate, you can’t even fit my shoes
My diamonds hittin' so hard, they lookin' invisible
I had to dip in my arm, prolly my wrist or tooth
N***as, they wanna be me, this sh*t is despicable
I gotta lot on my plate, you can’t even fit my shoes
Man, I know you ain’t no killa
Man, I know all dealers real dealers
Man, I know it don’t get no realer
Count five hundred top of the building (Yeah)
Watch how I turn this brick to an M
Yeah my car didn’t come with no ceiling
All these n***as wan' be him
'Cause they know he ain’t no average n***a (Ayy)
Man, I know you ain’t no killa
Man, I know all dealers real dealers
Man, I know it don’t get no realer
Count five hundred top of the building (Yeah)
Watch how I turn this brick to an M
Yeah, my car didn’t come with no ceiling
All these n***as wan' be him
'Cause they know he ain’t no average n***a (Ayy)

It’s clear that I’m not average hoe
I’m [?] in regular clothes
VV diamonds on my throat, Uzi came with pink emerald stones
Pop out fire and slang that iron, by Baby Pluto
Pop out, he ain’t livin', [?] put up his [?]
Uh, let’s get active n***a, switch the script, he back up
Uh, sand tan ratchets, n***a, can't come with no cla**y b*t*hes
Uh, GG fashion killa, exotic drugs up in my system
Slidin', foreign car spinnin', twelve behind me, know I picked 'em
Copped that car you drive, pulled up on the blind side
Ain’t gon' need no ties
Man, I know you ain’t no killa
Man, I know all dealers real dealers
Man, I know it don’t get no realer
Count five hundred top of the building (Yeah)
Watch how I turn this brick to an M
Yeah my car didn’t come with no ceiling
All these n***as wan' be him
'Cause they know he ain’t no average n***a (Ayy)
Man, I know you ain’t no killa
Man, I know all dealers real dealers
Man, I know it don’t get no realer
Count five hundred top of the building (Yeah)
Watch how I turn this brick to an M
Yeah my car didn’t come with no ceiling
All these n***as wan' be him
'Cause they know he ain’t no average n***a (Ayy)