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real steppa - hellraco lyrics

[intro]
yeah, uh
yeah
yeah

[hook]
i swear that my n*gga a steppa
no, we don’t give a f*ck what you reppin’
that boy get to dissin’, we teach him a lesson
b*tch, i’ma do me, i don’t need you to lecture
pop that p*ssy like antidepressants
that boy say that it’s smoke, i’ma press him
baby, i’m gone, i left racks in the dresser
baby, check your phone, i left you a message
i know these b*tches can get a lil’ messy
who f*ck is you? b*tch, get outta my section
you don’t wanna try it, b*tch i keep a weapon
h*ll no, b*tch, no weapon shall prosper against me
i started this sh*t, swear to god, i’ma finish
i see that boy low on racks but i got plenty
this ain’t no marc jacobs, the glock in the fendi
that boy mr. krabs, i know he penny pinchin’

[verse]
that boy ain’t no steppa, i know he ain’t with it
i’m leavin’ no witness, no, i cannot risk it
got too much to lose, so i run up these digits
i looked at my momma, i told her i did it
i seen that boy momma cry, know that she miss him
i know he was chasin’ them millions
swear, that’s why i keep me some minions
yeah, these people, they know i’m a menace
got that .30 pokin’ out my britches
actin’ like he was like that, got hit with that heater
ganger went super saiyan, free my n*gga geatta
you don’t know what i’m sayin’, i make you a believer
yeah, f*ck poppin’ a xan’, i might pour up a liter
get me out my element, showin’ my ether
had to let that ho go, show that b*tch i’on need her
yeah, i let that ho go ‘cause that b*tch was just teasin’
thought she knew better to play with the man
yeah, i get this sh*t out the sand
i take the risk, whatever, make them bands
you know i’ma do what i can
i took his b*tch, she wan’ f*ck on the cam’
know she ain’t sh*t, she gon’ f*ck for them gems
boy, get ya weight up, need to hit the gym
always gettin’ my way ‘cause they know that i’m him
[hook]
i*i*i swear that my n*gga a steppa
no, we don’t give a f*ck what you reppin’
that boy get to dissin’, we teach him a lesson
b*tch, i’ma do me, i don’t need you to lecture
pop that p*ssy like antidepressants
that boy say that it’s smoke, i’ma press him
baby, i’m gone, i left racks in the dresser
baby, check your phone, i left you a message
i know these b*tches can get a lil’ messy
who f*ck is you? b*tch, get outta my section
you don’t wanna try it, b*tch i keep a weapon
h*ll no, b*tch, no weapon shall prosper against me
i started this sh*t, swear to god, i’ma finish
i see that boy low on racks but i got plenty
this ain’t no marc jacobs, the glock in the fendi
that boy mr. krabs, i know he penny pinchin’

- hellraco lyrics

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