Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Real Steppa, artist - Quando Rondo. Date of issue: 22.10.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
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 |