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Really on It Video (MV)




Performed By: ZiPeso
Language: English
Length: 2:33
Written by: Uzziah Weems




ZiPeso - Really on It Lyrics
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Wake up hit the mall and I spend
Nothing but smoke when I open the door in the Benz
Hop in the booth no pad no pen
When I hop out you n****s hop in
When hop out all you see is the smoke
No pad and no pen but its murder she wrote
Gotta Vivica Foxx fur inside my coat
Ima leave him on fox 5 cold as snow
I got dem racks on me
I don't know how to act homie
I got biscotti inside of the wood uma smoke the b**** down to back homie
Im with the same n****s we in the hood and you know them young n****s my backbone
N****s act hard when we see that young n**** surrender
You know that we whacked some
(Whoo, whoo)
Y'all n****s scary scary
My lil bit want Gucci Chanel that b**** petty labell
(Whoo, whoo)
Y'all n****s scary as hell
(Yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh)
Y'all n****s scary as hell
When I walk in the bank trying to make deposit they think that I'm robbing the bank
So many diamonds on me police dont know what to think (Uh)
Smelling like dank (Uh, huh)
Balling in the paint (Uh)
Done made so many shots young n**** I feel like I went hall of fame (Uh, huh)
I done put the racks in the sank (Uh, huh)
Don't talk to me I don't no friends them racks they can walk with me
They see I got racks now them b*****s come crossing me
I ball out the gym I need Georgia to come offer me
I ball out the gym
I was down bad thought it was impossible like Kim
I hit the booth make a song after that tell the camera man I'm ready to film
Damn hell the beat go, keep that
N****s aint talking about sh*t when I pull out the glock put it all in his face see who trim
Bit got a body of a goddess
Chevy sitting on 24's the b**** got hydraulics
Talking about Sh*t Ima pop it
Word on the block I been pimpin sh*t just like I'm scottie
Smoking Biscotti
I get the 84 white just like Roddy
I get brick and I chop it karate
Still on the block with my muh f****** posse
Pass me the ball Ima ball like a hobby
Shoot at the rim Ima shoot at a body
Shoot at the rim
These n****s trim
Don't fall in they trap
Kicked out the house had to sleep in the trap
We hit the grammy we grabbing awards
Im trying to put the whole gang on the map
Im trying to put the whole city on it
N**** biting on my name yo h** titty on it
Im that young n**** that came from the grip
Yeh, yeh Im really on it
No cap (Lets go)
Peso Gang
Yeh, yeh (Yeh, yeh, yeh)
Lets goo, Let goo
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Wake up hit the mall and I spend
Nothing but smoke when I open the door in the Benz
Hop in the booth no pad no pen
When I hop out you n****s hop in
When hop out all you see is the smoke
No pad and no pen but its murder she wrote
Gotta Vivica Foxx fur inside my coat
Ima leave him on fox 5 cold as snow
I got dem racks on me
I don't know how to act homie
I got biscotti inside of the wood uma smoke the b**** down to back homie
Im with the same n****s we in the hood and you know them young n****s my backbone
N****s act hard when we see that young n**** surrender
You know that we whacked some
(Whoo, whoo)
Y'all n****s scary scary
My lil bit want Gucci Chanel that b**** petty labell
(Whoo, whoo)
Y'all n****s scary as hell
(Yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh)
Y'all n****s scary as hell
When I walk in the bank trying to make deposit they think that I'm robbing the bank
So many diamonds on me police dont know what to think (Uh)
Smelling like dank (Uh, huh)
Balling in the paint (Uh)
Done made so many shots young n**** I feel like I went hall of fame (Uh, huh)
I done put the racks in the sank (Uh, huh)
Don't talk to me I don't no friends them racks they can walk with me
They see I got racks now them b*****s come crossing me
I ball out the gym I need Georgia to come offer me
I ball out the gym
I was down bad thought it was impossible like Kim
I hit the booth make a song after that tell the camera man I'm ready to film
Damn hell the beat go, keep that
N****s aint talking about sh*t when I pull out the glock put it all in his face see who trim
Bit got a body of a goddess
Chevy sitting on 24's the b**** got hydraulics
Talking about Sh*t Ima pop it
Word on the block I been pimpin sh*t just like I'm scottie
Smoking Biscotti
I get the 84 white just like Roddy
I get brick and I chop it karate
Still on the block with my muh f****** posse
Pass me the ball Ima ball like a hobby
Shoot at the rim Ima shoot at a body
Shoot at the rim
These n****s trim
Don't fall in they trap
Kicked out the house had to sleep in the trap
We hit the grammy we grabbing awards
Im trying to put the whole gang on the map
Im trying to put the whole city on it
N**** biting on my name yo h** titty on it
Im that young n**** that came from the grip
Yeh, yeh Im really on it
No cap (Lets go)
Peso Gang
Yeh, yeh (Yeh, yeh, yeh)
Lets goo, Let goo
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Writer: Uzziah Weems
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