Real Life Steppa

[Intro: Chito Rana$]

Uh wok wok
Aye, uh
Its once again its the dopest mexican
Aye uh
Uh, Wok
On my block sur shit nigga

[Chorus: Chito Rana$]

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, niggas know im a trophy
Treat these niggas like peasants cause' I feel like they below me
If you saying he a steppa, then that nigga gotta show me
We was sliding with this Glock, saying that they killed your homie

[Verse 1: Chito Rana$]

I was on the level three, I'm thuggin' with the homies
Baby, I had blower every day, I had it on me
Niggas 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 nigga 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

[Verse 2: Lil Weirdo]

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', nigga 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

[Chorus: Chito Rana$]

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, niggas know im a trophy
Treat these niggas like peasants cause' I feel like they below me
If you saying he a steppa, then that nigga gotta show me
We was sliding with this Glock, saying that they killed your homie