Lyrics Real Steppa - Quando Rondo

Real Steppa

Smith &Wesson, pull up, skrrt down like the Taliban
I had to stack it, different colors in my rubber band
I’m far from average, different bitches switchin' by the day
My pistol clappin', think it’s time to see the reverend
Late night, we trappin' on the back streets, who the fuck say they want smoke
with my cousin?
You know you ain’t gotta ask me, whole hundred rounds from out the MAC,
no free dumpin'
Fifty pounds inside the back seat, no, we not only thuggin', we smugglin'
I told that bitch that I had loved her, but told the gang that it’s fuck her
I told 'em, «Uh-uh»
Police steady askin' 'bout murders
I told 'em, «I don’t know»
No, I don’t got no rats in my circle
All I know is Jump Out
We catch an opp, we dump the clip, that’s for certain
Meet me at the crossroads
I’m goin' in that double R, smokin' purple
.223, just like them Jordan 12's
We come through, steppin' through wherever, tryna leave some shells
Think you could find somebody better?
Leave and take the stairs
I finally ran up my cheddar, now my chains in layers
I fucked on her, her, her, and her, she thought she was my girl (Nah)
These people see who we done murked, now we against the world (Yeah)
Blue double R, vanilla seats, I pull up, sippin' syrup
'Bout forty shots let out the car, we left him by the curb (Brrah)
Smith &Wesson, pull up, skrrt down like the Taliban
I had to stack it, different colors in my rubber band
I’m far from average, different bitches switchin' by the day
My pistol clappin', think it’s time to see the reverend
Late night, we trappin' on the back streets, who the fuck say they want smoke
with my cousin?
You know you ain’t gotta ask me, whole hundred rounds from out the MAC,
no free dumpin'
Fifty pounds inside the back seat, no, we not only thuggin', we smugglin'
I told that bitch that I had loved her, but told the gang that it’s fuck her
I told 'em, «Uh-uh»
Police steady askin' 'bout murders
I told 'em, «I don’t know»
No, I don’t got no rats in my circle
All I know is Jump Out
We catch an opp, we dump the clip, that’s for certain
Meet me at the crossroads
I’m goin' in that double R, smokin' purple
I know my ex-bitch felt was special 'til she seen me buy this necklace for my
next bitch
That black lean bottle like a baby bottle, flew in straight from Texas
That Vegas model wanna swallow mine, but I don’t do no textin'
I done fucked around and crashed the 'Rari, tryna come through in my section
No, I don’t really like to go to parties, 'cause Jump Out Gang, know we get
reckless
And you can catch me geeked up off narcotics, geeked like Famous Dex
You wastin' time, don’t wanna hear your knowledge, it’s no more lost like God
bless you
I’m from the projects, so it’s fuck college, dropped out and didn’t came back
next year
Smith &Wesson, pull up, skrrt down like the Taliban
I had to stack it, different colors in my rubber band
I’m far from average, different bitches switchin' by the day
My pistol clappin', think it’s time to see the reverend
Late night, we trappin' on the back streets, who the fuck say they want smoke
with my cousin?
You know you ain’t gotta ask me, whole hundred rounds from out the MAC,
no free dumpin'
Fifty pounds inside the back seat, no, we not only thuggin', we smugglin'
I told that bitch that I had loved her, but told the gang that it’s fuck her
I told 'em, «Uh-uh»
Police steady askin' 'bout murders
I told 'em, «I don’t know»
No, I don’t got no rats in my circle
All I know is Jump Out
We catch an opp, we dump the clip, that’s for certain
Meet me at the crossroads
I’m goin' in that double R, smokin' purple