Really Yeah

Lyrics

[Intro] (Yeah, Baby, you did this one) (Yeah, Baby, you did this one) [Verse] You buy a Backwood, you gon fill it up with Bonk If I buy a Backwood, I'ma fill it up with Runts I ain't have a father, bitch I learned from my Uncs The bag came in, got it gone, it took you months I hang with some niggas, they don't really give a fuck Nigga, you ain't no dog, you a muhfuckin' mutt I went to school with you, stop actin' like you tough You got a gun now, and you actin' like you cut I don't trust nobody, shit, I'm good on my own I know some niggas gettin' money, eatin' good on that road I'm stuck on Lebeau, but I got another load Bitch, I'm tryna get some money, you tryna fuck on some hoes I don't fuck with these niggas, I only fuck with my woes Lil bro just called, and he need another O Niggas tough on the 'net, but they don't really want no smoke You in the club gettin' drunk, bitch, you lookin' like a joke I'ma stack my lil money, I ain't tryna go broke I got a bag first, nigga, I ain't even vote They think I got a deal, nigga, I ain't even close If he think he fuckin' with me, then that nigga doin' coke I don't give a fuck, bitch, I got it on my own It get lonely in this world, should be rockin' VLONE So many niggas copied, man, I got so many clones Lil bro gon hit the road, shit, I'm waitin' on the load (Bitch, I'm waitin' on the load) (Man, I need another load) (Man, I need another load) I need another If I see a opp, I feel like Pop Smoke I don't really talk much, bitch, I let my Glock blow I'll beat a nigga ass, like I'm John Jones I remember me and Leek was plugged with the iPhones And we got the pints for the cheap, from your aunt though And I got a Glock with a beam, where the opps go I don't fuck with none of y'all niggas, you a cockroach You don't smoke how I smoke, nigga, match bowls Nigga had dog shit on him, now he back broke Don't nobody got my back, that's why I act broke Dee Rich, he with the shits, he just act slow The L really yeah, with the yeah, that's somethin' you gotta know