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real steppers - lil dude & goonew lyrics

[intro: lil dude]
(ayy, manny, this joint crank, fool)
brrt
haha, b*tch

[chorus: lil dude]
i feel like robbin’ a n*gga
chopper on me, i might pop me a n*gga
stick on me, got it out for a lot of n*ggas
talk about shootin’, but never shot at n*ggas
how you proud of a n*gga, but ain’t got no prada, n*gga?
hop out that car, bro on top of n*ggas
i’m too lit, i don’t even watch n*ggas
heard they got glocks, but our glocks bigger
glock 10, knock his ass out the picture
i’m up top, lil’ draco end life, that’s sixty
in a free car through the city
catch me an opp and get busy
real steppers, when they spin, they don’t get dizzy
got some young n*ggas that slide in that fifty
and when we go out, you know we take more than fifty

[verse: goonew]
dirty ass socks, n*ggas always tippin’
n*ggas gon’ cry when a n*gga go missin’
bishop with me, and he totin’ a fifty
free free car, we gon’ spin in infiniti
goonrich, b*tch, and i’m rockin’ balenci’
i’m steppin’ in prada, n*gga, i be drippin’
two glocks, two opps, n*gga, get busy
n*ggas throw rocks, go hide like b*tches
twenty band jugg, i’ma buy me a pendant
broke ass n*gga, go get you some digits
spin that lil’ block and my young n*ggas get it
push*start bimmer, that five percent tint
street n*gga, i don’t do disses
they on the internet typin’ like b*tches
my b*tch stayed down and i bought her givenchy
run it up, b*tch, i’m the one with the ticket
rest in peace kt, i’m poppin’ a wheelie
opps keep talkin’, i’ma drop ’em like 50
f*ckin’ they b*tches and f*ckin’ they sisters
goonrich, b*tch, i’m a real gravedigger
baow, baow, baow, n*ggas pullin’ them triggers
no fees, b*tch, that is not what is give
iced up, jeweled up, i’m in the trenches
hop out the whip with a twenty*three hidden

[chorus: lil dude]
i feel like robbin’ a n*gga
chopper on me, i might pop me a n*gga
stick on me, got it out for a lot of n*ggas
talk about shootin’, but never shot at n*ggas
how you proud of a n*gga, but ain’t got no prada, n*gga?
hop out that car, bro on top of n*ggas
i’m too lit, i don’t even watch n*ggas
heard they got glocks, but our glocks bigger
glock 10, knock his ass out the picture
i’m up top, lil’ draco end life, that’s sixty
in a free car through the city
catch me an opp and get busy
real steppers, when they spin, they don’t get dizzy
got some young n*ggas that slide in that fifty
and when we go out, you know we take more than fifty

- lil dude goonew lyrics

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