How Lyrics

Real Don Dada

I yi yi yi yi

How you wanna ball but you ain't put in work

You ain't, yeen put on yo niggas

Yeen, yeen, yeen put on yo family

What ya doin

How you wanna ball but you ain't put in work

How you havin motion but you ain't went put on yo nigga first

How you claim you fuckin wit lil shawty you ain't put nun in her purse

Shit I'll probably pop another perk before I end this verse

And come up out my shirt (Huh)

Real stepper don't care bout a body count he just ready to drop another (Huh)

Gotta go exotic on the pack, I been retired the bubba

Try to tell my youngin to chill, lil nigga be still thuggin

Who the fuck really care if it's dirty money, when all them bills comin

Hangin round wit some cutie pies makin four plays

Wody know since I was a Juvenile I had bling bling

Made a lotta fetti in my life my chains jangalang

Keep it silent you in interrogation bet not say a thang (Woah, woah)

Know once you cross the other side you can't come back (Woah,woah)

Boy you was just up twenty bands how the fuck you flat (Woah,woah)

Gotta carry the weight for my city put it on my back (Woah,woah)

I was sellin a pound of finest sheeba you was still in class (Woah, woah, woah)

Ok I put za in my lungs

Ima smoke me a nigga for fun

I was sellin that dope til the morn

Fuck around have the same clothes on (Huh)

Ima cash out on cars I don't lease

Ain't no FIFA I'm kickin the piece

Ski mask at a atm

Nigga can't even say that's him

How you wanna ball but you ain't put in work

How you havin motion but you ain't went put on yo nigga first

How you claim you fuckin wit lil shawty you ain't put nun in her purse

Shit I'll probably pop another perk before I end this verse

And come up out my shirt (Huh)

Real stepper don't care bout a body count he just ready to drop another (Huh)

Gotta go exotic on the pack, I been retired the bubba

Try to tell my youngin to chill, lil nigga be still thuggin

Who the fuck really care if it's dirty money, when all them bills comin

I'm not ya regular nigga we go and hit Neimans don't worry bout the tag (Huh)

Buy ya Chanel ain't no wishing well you want it yeen even gotta ask (Huh)

I made a living off poppin my shit place ya order I'm sellin this swag (Huh)

Stereotype me I'm black in a hell cat they was running my tag (Huh)

I been running laps around em this ain't no tortus race (Huh)

Rolling all my opps in backwoods morning wake and bake (Huh)

Rocking OVO jordans my shooter keep a Drake (Huh)

I hate it for anybody that's standin in my way

How you wanna ball but you ain't put in work

How you havin motion but you ain't went put on yo nigga first

How you claim you fuckin wit lil shawty yeen put nun in her purse

Shit I'll probably pop another perk before I end this verse

And come up out my shirt (Huh)

Real stepper don't care bout a body count he just ready to drop another (Huh)

Gotta go exotic on the pack, I been retired the bubba

Try to tell my youngin to chill, lil nigga be still thuggin

Who the fuck really care if it's dirty money when all them bills comin

Hangin round wit some cutie pies makin four plays…

Made a lotta fetti in my life my chains jangalang