Real Steppa

[Intro]
The beef got real, them pussies shot a house
You ain't no steppa bitch, you woulda waited until I came out
I been shootin' shit, how you think I got my name out?
He beefin' bout a bitch, I already fucked her brains out

[Verse]
I only feel safe with a Drac' or a Glock
Boy I ain't sparing shit, don't get caught with the opps
I ain't friendly for shit, bitches be sending drops
I'm manhandling shit, ain't no owing me nothin'
Get rid of that FN, boy, you can't add a button
I'm judy as fuck, can't be bummy for nun'
On a lick I get busy, I'm hoeing me sum'
Fat Da' sippin' juice like Big Pokey or sum'
He say he gon do what to who? You know who Jay Glocky is right?
It's that young nigga, hddth hddth, end a life
Free Kay Flock walk a nigga down dressed super nice
Jumpout gang gon' stake the block, they outside that bitch like seven nights
That breaking news gon' get them right
All of that Glock got extensions
I'm sorry ma' I'm not livin' right
Ahe say "Son, thats none of my business"
Catch a opp, get busy on sight
Bitch I really stand on business
Catch a opp, knock out his lights
Then go spend a 10 up at Neiman's

[Outro]
He wit' his hoe, and they ridin' fishbowl, boy I'm finna stand on that
I just got a new pole, if PMO want a new soul, boy I'm finna catch me a hat
J Bands a vet, he hit up that car wit' that, fddth, now we just got us a check
And I'm mad then a hoe, gotta get rid of my pole, and go get a new splat