REALLY ON lyrics

[Intro: Sada Baby]
(Welcome to the trenches, stay dangerous)
f*ck out of here talkin' that tough sh*t
And keep b*tches like this, I'm talkin' this tough sh*t
Huh, shonuff
It's the Eastside, I ain't—
What's up, Dame?

[Verse 1: Sada Baby]
Huh, motherf*ckers wearin' sh*t I wore a whole year ago
Huh, n*gga actin', now he sport it in the video, huh
That's the reason I can hit this b*tch and any ho, huh
That I want or I like, 'cause I'm really him
I ain't even mad at you, just keep an attitude, huh
I can play it how I want, I be actin' rude, uh
Hit the G, smoke a n*gga like a pack of Kools
I'm a G, go broke, that'll make you lose
Tell titi I can serve her
In real life, or she can meet me on the server (Nah, huh)
Keep a big handy shiesty for the murder
Nah, me and Dot pulled up icy just to hurt ya
Ask me how I know your b*tch 'bout to twerk somethin'
Huh, she can see it in my eyes, I deserve somethin'
Huh, I can see it in her eyes, she ain't worth nothin'

[Verse 2: Damedot]
Five thousand dollars on his head, that's a purse on him
Dumb n*gga think he sippin' lean, but it's Robitussin
Soon as a n*gga get to talkin' loud, that's when I know he bluffin'
If a n*gga really want some smoke, then he more than welcome
Bro just made a hundred out the crib, and he sittin' on tether
Boy, I'm wearin' some foreign shoes, you can't even spell 'em
I should work in retail for jeans 'cause I can sell 'em
I should go and get my barber license, put the clipper to his sideburn
He hear the GPS, n*gga, it's my turn
Don't talk about that sh*t, 'cause I got it on
Don't hit me on the 'Gram, n*gga, call my phone
[Verse 3: Sada Baby]
Nah, even Yojo shavin' grams, supposed to be at home
Actin' like I don't know who I am, trappin' while I'm froze
Huh, every time I take a L, I get a pack of 'bows
Nah, every time I check the mail, I be expectin' pros
Nah, every time I make a sale, it's already sold
If I put some money on your top, it's already gone
If you see you're here with me in the Zone, we already boned
Damedot pulled off the glass, then I banged out
Nah, clips hangin' out wherever we be hangin' out

[Verse 4: Damedot]
Crashin' out when we out in public, ain't no eyes closed
Boy, I do this for my son, I guess he Lonzo
Starin' at my rose gold AP like the time froze
We'd make it rain in the bar, so get a poncho
My lil' b*tch just got a condo, it ain't money, it don't combo
Damn, it must be Tuesday, they done hit him in his taco
I gotta get my cheese off the top like some nachos

[Verse 5: Sada Baby]
Boxed-up b*tch with a lawyer taberito
Touch down, let her celebrate, drink a pint of Titos
Nah, n*gga talkin' fake, spicy-hot Cheetos
Bet his face change when the Glock reload
Nah, Dreke hit me with a brick that he just got from [?]
Nah, b*tch be sendin' me naked pictures just to eat bows, ugh