Real Hot Steppa (RHS Anthem)
Pill movement we be pressing shit I'm looking for a seal, In the bed I'm dunkin' shit, her pussy
balled Just like O'Neal
He think he cool, but whole time, man, he ain't know
he was the kill
I treat the whip like a war zone, I knock the plate up off his veal
Like some fuckin' red bottoms, can't you tell I'm on your heel
Huh, huh, man, I be dealin' shit You niggas broke and y'all be stealin' shit
Banana on the clip, I catch a opp I get to pealin quick
Dog in the whip with no roof, like where the ceiling went
Go and break her down, she get a drop, just for some Benjamins
I got brown bricks up in the trap, they look like cinnamon
On that block sayin' he Got, boy, you know he ain't did shit to him
Real hot steppa', huh, real hot steppa' Going on that chase, we in that cat, you better catch us, huh, Real hot steppa', huh, real hot steppa
Huh my mama ask me what's that on my shirt, I say it's ketchup, uh-huh
In my baby crib, I walk up in this lil' Bitch free ballin
To all my cousins locked up in that jam, I'm yellin' free all dem
When I hear that sound, man, I'm knowin' that's the fiends callin
(Hello), uh-huh, uh-huh I told Brody, Bring the Rock, He tryna bring spalding
I put sweat into this shit, I put my fuckin' all in
Bitch, I seen some bricks, I'm countin' chips, that's how I know I'm ballin
2K a fuckin' pint, that's what the fuck it's costin
You better take precaution, big fuckin' backwood, it got me fuckin' exhausted
Oh you, Oh you wanna dub, better shake your ass hoe
I'ma fuck you like a slut, put it in your asshole
Put a target on your eye, nigga, lil' rascal, huh, huh
Real hot steppa', huh, real hot steppa' Going on that chase, we in that cat, you
better catch us, huh, real hot steppa', huh, real hot steppa
My mama ask me what's that on my shirt, I say it's ketchup, uh-huh
Real hot steppa', huh, real hot steppa
Huh, your bitch on Group Face-Time, yeah, with the guys, she tryna bless us, huh
You know what the fuck goin' on, nigga I don't even gotta say shit else,
Nigga, let this bitch ride out, nigga, what? This bitch just, nigga, what
Make y'all niggas just listen to this, nigga, what
Nigga, I'm done, I'm done, nigga, what? Nigga, what
balled Just like O'Neal
He think he cool, but whole time, man, he ain't know
he was the kill
I treat the whip like a war zone, I knock the plate up off his veal
Like some fuckin' red bottoms, can't you tell I'm on your heel
Huh, huh, man, I be dealin' shit You niggas broke and y'all be stealin' shit
Banana on the clip, I catch a opp I get to pealin quick
Dog in the whip with no roof, like where the ceiling went
Go and break her down, she get a drop, just for some Benjamins
I got brown bricks up in the trap, they look like cinnamon
On that block sayin' he Got, boy, you know he ain't did shit to him
Real hot steppa', huh, real hot steppa' Going on that chase, we in that cat, you better catch us, huh, Real hot steppa', huh, real hot steppa
Huh my mama ask me what's that on my shirt, I say it's ketchup, uh-huh
In my baby crib, I walk up in this lil' Bitch free ballin
To all my cousins locked up in that jam, I'm yellin' free all dem
When I hear that sound, man, I'm knowin' that's the fiends callin
(Hello), uh-huh, uh-huh I told Brody, Bring the Rock, He tryna bring spalding
I put sweat into this shit, I put my fuckin' all in
Bitch, I seen some bricks, I'm countin' chips, that's how I know I'm ballin
2K a fuckin' pint, that's what the fuck it's costin
You better take precaution, big fuckin' backwood, it got me fuckin' exhausted
Oh you, Oh you wanna dub, better shake your ass hoe
I'ma fuck you like a slut, put it in your asshole
Put a target on your eye, nigga, lil' rascal, huh, huh
Real hot steppa', huh, real hot steppa' Going on that chase, we in that cat, you
better catch us, huh, real hot steppa', huh, real hot steppa
My mama ask me what's that on my shirt, I say it's ketchup, uh-huh
Real hot steppa', huh, real hot steppa
Huh, your bitch on Group Face-Time, yeah, with the guys, she tryna bless us, huh
You know what the fuck goin' on, nigga I don't even gotta say shit else,
Nigga, let this bitch ride out, nigga, what? This bitch just, nigga, what
Make y'all niggas just listen to this, nigga, what
Nigga, I'm done, I'm done, nigga, what? Nigga, what
Credits
Writer(s): Jailen Avant
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