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, b*tch I learned from my Uncs
The bag came in, got it gone, it took you months
I hang with some n*ggas, they don't really give a f*ck
n*gga, you ain't no dog, you a muhf*ckin' 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, sh*t, I'm good on my own
I know some n*ggas gettin' money, eatin' good on that road
I'm stuck on Lebeau, but I got another load
b*tch, I'm tryna get some money, you tryna f*ck on some hoes
I don't f*ck with these n*ggas, I only f*ck with my woes
Lil bro just called, and he need another O
n*ggas tough on the 'net, but they don't really want no smoke
You in the club gettin' drunk, b*tch, you lookin' like a joke
I'ma stack my lil money, I ain't tryna go broke
I got a bag first, n*gga, I ain't even vote
They think I got a deal, n*gga, I ain't even close
If he think he f*ckin' with me, then that n*gga doin' coke
I don't give a f*ck, b*tch, I got it on my own
It get lonely in this world, should be rockin' VLONE
So many n*ggas copied, man, I got so many clones
Lil bro gon hit the road, sh*t, I'm waitin' on the load
(b*tch, 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, b*tch, I let my Glock blow
I'll beat a n*gga 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 f*ck with none of y'all n*ggas, you a c*ckroach
You don't smoke how I smoke, n*gga, match bowls
n*gga had dog sh*t on him, now he back broke
Don't nobody got my back, that's why I act broke
Dee Rich, he with the sh*ts, he just act slow
The L really yeah, with the yeah, that's somethin' you gotta know