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lil dude & goonew – real steppers 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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