Real Life Steppa

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Its once again its the dopest mexican

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On my block sur shit ****

2 tone Glock, it matchin the bust rolly

Real life steppa, im known to pop homies

I made it to the top, on my momma its so lonely

I dont need nobody, I keep this Glock on me

Im respected in the set, **** know im a trophy

Treat these **** like peasants cause' I feel like they below me

If you saying he a steppa, then that **** gotta show me

We was sliding with this Glock, saying that they killed your homie

I was on the level three, I'm thuggin' with the homies

Baby, I had blower every day, I had it on me

**** know I'm gettin', but they still be hatin' on me

Always watch my back, cause everybody wanna smoke me

Lil' bro got shot, but he fought back with the 40

Bad lil' bitch on my dick, she wanna blow me

What's the reason for the mean stares if you don't know me?

I told her if she love me, then she gonna hold for me

Yeah, she got a man, but we fuckin' on the low key

I landed in reception, and the bitch ass **** poked me

I'm respected from the top, ask about me, they all know me

I don't need nobody, I could do it by my lonely

Uh I said

I don't need nobody, I could do it by my lonely

Uh I said

I don't need nobody, I could do it by my lonely

I bet if I pop it at the bitch, I get play from him

Pull a bounce out and show him I ain't playin' with him

I get to trippin' on anybody that's hangin' with him

That boy Stanley, I leave him where he standin'

We get it crackin', **** jiggy in the alley

I'm there, Just drop the addy

Homie, you ain't gotta @ me

Now where he gone with the hoes up at the telly

Pull up, shake some, man down, he wasn't ready

Think he fuckin' with me, he off the pokie

Broke hoe, fake gucci, this bitch boosie

Knockin' fans down, I be fuckin' groupies

See him shinin', I'm robbin' him when he boomin'

I'm in the fast track, in the scat pack

Get your head crack, homie, you better back back

I pull up and drop somethin' , where your man's at?

Don't do talk, I get off on who I'm mad at

2 tone Glock, it matchin the bust rolly

Real life steppa, im known to pop homies

I made it to the top, on my momma its so lonely

I dont need nobody, I keep this Glock on me

Im respected in the set, **** know im a trophy

Treat these **** like peasants cause' I feel like they below me

If you saying he a steppa, then that **** gotta show me

We was sliding with this Glock, saying that they killed your homie