How
Real Don Dada
I yi yi yi yi
How you wanna ball but you ain't put in work
You ain't, yeen put on yo niggas
Yeen, yeen, yeen put on yo family
What ya doin
How you wanna ball but you ain't put in work
How you havin motion but you ain't went put on yo nigga first
How you claim you fuckin wit lil shawty you ain't put nun in her purse
Shit I'll probably pop another perk before I end this verse
And come up out my shirt (Huh)
Real stepper don't care bout a body count he just ready to drop another (Huh)
Gotta go exotic on the pack, I been retired the bubba
Try to tell my youngin to chill, lil nigga be still thuggin
Who the fuck really care if it's dirty money, when all them bills comin
Hangin round wit some cutie pies makin four plays
Wody know since I was a Juvenile I had bling bling
Made a lotta fetti in my life my chains jangalang
Keep it silent you in interrogation bet not say a thang (Woah, woah)
Know once you cross the other side you can't come back (Woah,woah)
Boy you was just up twenty bands how the fuck you flat (Woah,woah)
Gotta carry the weight for my city put it on my back (Woah,woah)
I was sellin a pound of finest sheeba you was still in class (Woah, woah, woah)
Ok I put za in my lungs
Ima smoke me a nigga for fun
I was sellin that dope til the morn
Fuck around have the same clothes on (Huh)
Ima cash out on cars I don't lease
Ain't no FIFA I'm kickin the piece
Ski mask at a atm
Nigga can't even say that's him
How you wanna ball but you ain't put in work
How you havin motion but you ain't went put on yo nigga first
How you claim you fuckin wit lil shawty you ain't put nun in her purse
Shit I'll probably pop another perk before I end this verse
And come up out my shirt (Huh)
Real stepper don't care bout a body count he just ready to drop another (Huh)
Gotta go exotic on the pack, I been retired the bubba
Try to tell my youngin to chill, lil nigga be still thuggin
Who the fuck really care if it's dirty money, when all them bills comin
I'm not ya regular nigga we go and hit Neimans don't worry bout the tag (Huh)
Buy ya Chanel ain't no wishing well you want it yeen even gotta ask (Huh)
I made a living off poppin my shit place ya order I'm sellin this swag (Huh)
Stereotype me I'm black in a hell cat they was running my tag (Huh)
I been running laps around em this ain't no tortus race (Huh)
Rolling all my opps in backwoods morning wake and bake (Huh)
Rocking OVO jordans my shooter keep a Drake (Huh)
I hate it for anybody that's standin in my way
How you wanna ball but you ain't put in work
How you havin motion but you ain't went put on yo nigga first
How you claim you fuckin wit lil shawty yeen put nun in her purse
Shit I'll probably pop another perk before I end this verse
And come up out my shirt (Huh)
Real stepper don't care bout a body count he just ready to drop another (Huh)
Gotta go exotic on the pack, I been retired the bubba
Try to tell my youngin to chill, lil nigga be still thuggin
Who the fuck really care if it's dirty money when all them bills comin
Hangin round wit some cutie pies makin four plays...
Made a lotta fetti in my life my chains jangalang
I yi yi yi yi
How you wanna ball but you ain't put in work
You ain't, yeen put on yo niggas
Yeen, yeen, yeen put on yo family
What ya doin
How you wanna ball but you ain't put in work
How you havin motion but you ain't went put on yo nigga first
How you claim you fuckin wit lil shawty you ain't put nun in her purse
Shit I'll probably pop another perk before I end this verse
And come up out my shirt (Huh)
Real stepper don't care bout a body count he just ready to drop another (Huh)
Gotta go exotic on the pack, I been retired the bubba
Try to tell my youngin to chill, lil nigga be still thuggin
Who the fuck really care if it's dirty money, when all them bills comin
Hangin round wit some cutie pies makin four plays
Wody know since I was a Juvenile I had bling bling
Made a lotta fetti in my life my chains jangalang
Keep it silent you in interrogation bet not say a thang (Woah, woah)
Know once you cross the other side you can't come back (Woah,woah)
Boy you was just up twenty bands how the fuck you flat (Woah,woah)
Gotta carry the weight for my city put it on my back (Woah,woah)
I was sellin a pound of finest sheeba you was still in class (Woah, woah, woah)
Ok I put za in my lungs
Ima smoke me a nigga for fun
I was sellin that dope til the morn
Fuck around have the same clothes on (Huh)
Ima cash out on cars I don't lease
Ain't no FIFA I'm kickin the piece
Ski mask at a atm
Nigga can't even say that's him
How you wanna ball but you ain't put in work
How you havin motion but you ain't went put on yo nigga first
How you claim you fuckin wit lil shawty you ain't put nun in her purse
Shit I'll probably pop another perk before I end this verse
And come up out my shirt (Huh)
Real stepper don't care bout a body count he just ready to drop another (Huh)
Gotta go exotic on the pack, I been retired the bubba
Try to tell my youngin to chill, lil nigga be still thuggin
Who the fuck really care if it's dirty money, when all them bills comin
I'm not ya regular nigga we go and hit Neimans don't worry bout the tag (Huh)
Buy ya Chanel ain't no wishing well you want it yeen even gotta ask (Huh)
I made a living off poppin my shit place ya order I'm sellin this swag (Huh)
Stereotype me I'm black in a hell cat they was running my tag (Huh)
I been running laps around em this ain't no tortus race (Huh)
Rolling all my opps in backwoods morning wake and bake (Huh)
Rocking OVO jordans my shooter keep a Drake (Huh)
I hate it for anybody that's standin in my way
How you wanna ball but you ain't put in work
How you havin motion but you ain't went put on yo nigga first
How you claim you fuckin wit lil shawty yeen put nun in her purse
Shit I'll probably pop another perk before I end this verse
And come up out my shirt (Huh)
Real stepper don't care bout a body count he just ready to drop another (Huh)
Gotta go exotic on the pack, I been retired the bubba
Try to tell my youngin to chill, lil nigga be still thuggin
Who the fuck really care if it's dirty money when all them bills comin
Hangin round wit some cutie pies makin four plays...
Made a lotta fetti in my life my chains jangalang
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