Real Hunnits - 2 SHORT Lyrics

All my foots steppers, no need to address them
Call them bigfoot or Sasquatch
Every team need a mascot
Choose with a P and change your life, and get your cash up
Walk the blade and post yo add up
Then meet me back at the trap spot
All my foots steppers, no need to address them
Call them bigfoot or Sasquatch
Every team need a mascot
Choose with a P and change your life, and get your cash up
Walk the blade and post yo add up
Then meet me back at the trap spot
I swear to god i hate a broke bitch that aint never got shit for me
I hate a nigha that talk to much and try to pimp the bitch for me
I hate a muthaf*cka that try to get rich when they got hipped from him
Then learned the game from a known name, Then try to steal a nighas bitch from him
Bitch you can get rich, but dont get rich on me
Bitch just hit my line and said she gotta bag a chips for me
The way I walk with a limp, learned that from the big homie, and you can get way more up out that whore
If you learn a couple of these tips from me
I Keep a branch with me, see that's a stick on me, and I put that thang on your ass
See that's a switch on it
See when you sitting at the top, you know it gets lonely,
And ain't no sitting in this telly, bitch gon' get going
I see you taslking on your cellular device with respect
She set up a couple plays, she gon' tear it off to a pimp
Yeah, it's been a couple days, I charge these hoes like rent
And if these bitches choose to stay, then they just know what it is
Real Hunnits
All my foots steppers, no need to address them
Call them bigfoot or Sasquatch
Every team need a mascot
Choose with a P and change your life, and get your cash up
Walk the blade and post yo add up
Then meet me back at the trap spot
All my foots steppers, no need to address them
Call them bigfoot or Sasquatch
Every team need a mascot
Choose with a P and change your life, and get your cash up
Walk the blade and post yo add up
Then meet me back at the trap spot
Have you ever Seen a nigha that act like he him homie
You know how he talk all that shit then flip the scrip on them
Nigha, you wasn't wit a nigha, shooting in the gym, homie
See, I was the type of kid that made a grill out of bubble gum wrapper or tin foil
Bitch how he gon' get rich with 50 cent on him
See, when you a kid, you think its better to have like ten nickels
But when you grow up you learn a quarter, is a percentage of a meal ticket
See, I grew up with all bitches
I guess that's the reason I know how to deal with em
Look, he ain't got no motion like a steel image
Have you noticed that a nigha out here still pimpin
Mr. Quota give a bitch nothing but orders
Send a bitch off to a corner, she the coldest
She jump in the air and click her heels with it
He Probably had the bitch, but not the bitch's money
He wonder why he don't get paid, he ain't too different from me
My bitches skate across the blade, yo, bitch, hide hickeys from you
There's no more room up on my dick, I told him, pick a number
Real Hunnits
All my foots steppers, no need to address them
Call them bigfoot or Sasquatch
Every team need a mascot
Choose with a P and change your life, and get your cash up
Walk the blade and post yo add up
Then meet me back at the trap spot
All my foots steppers, no need to address them
Call them bigfoot or Sasquatch
Every team need a mascot
Choose with a P and change your life, and get your cash up
Walk the blade and post yo add up
Then meet me back at the trap spot