High Steppa
Huh
Nigga know how we comin' man (Look at em', look at em', they runnin')
Hoppin' out big mop sticks man, 50s on them bitches (Hoppin' out big mop stick)
Purple bag shit, this shit don't fold
Big talkin' nigga, yeah he swear that he want smoke
Don't think just cause i'm smilin' you can't play me like no joke
I'm a slick talkin', plug walkin', bitch snatchin' nigga
Let a nigga try to test me he won't pass it nigga
Hoes they trip for no reason, they just can't take my demeanor
Meanin' no time for explainin', question it bitch i'm deleting
Got a few types of cash, like i'm at Winn Dixie i'm gettin' a bag
Kaedo done signed to Taz, shoutout my nigga ain't nothin' but glad for em
The grind wasn't nothin' I went thru the jungle i went and got wood on the dashboard
My bitch came back, my shit still solid, yeah I had to Lonzo and pass on her
I'm gettin' closer, in the yo' oakin' on dosier (uh)
Got niggas with toasters, hanging the choppers out doors (uh uh)
They talkin' to hoes, these niggas is gettin' exposed (uh)
I'm peepin' the clones, it gotta be in you, not on you (uh)
Yo bitch catch feelings she gon' let me hit it 2 times (uh)
That's all I need, yeah she want from bread me from like croutons
Hatin' ass nigga, try to play me I get violent
All my niggas steppin solid, yeah you know that we be bout it
Imma playa' nigga, cake getta', money stacka
We some certified smackas, you get picked like a raffle nigga
Better watch how you step nigga
Aint no rules in these streets ain't no refs nigga
You niggas be talkin' but ion do no talkin' straight smoke when we step nigga
We smokin' on dead niggas, face shot give em' 3 to the head nigga
We don't never forgive, and fuck forgettin' we forget when you dead nigga
You know how we play it, yeah im crucial, pull up where you stay at
Don't play bout them rules when you crossin dem' lines
I'm comin' for yours if you takin' for mine
Better pray to the lord cause i'm losin' my mind
Pray to the lord, cause i'm loadin' this 9
Pray to the lord that them niggas don't try it
Cause them niggas gon' die and they mommas gon' cry
Funerals gon' fill cause blood got spilled
Your niggas got (?) cause they bitches for real
But we spinnin' again cause they snitchin' again
We ain't finish (?) so we go hit ya' mans
We gon' get it done now cause we ain't get it done then (ay)
We gon' get it done now cause we ain't get it done then (ay)
Nigga know how we comin' man (Look at em', look at em', they runnin')
Hoppin' out big mop sticks man, 50s on them bitches (Hoppin' out big mop stick)
Purple bag shit, this shit don't fold
Big talkin' nigga, yeah he swear that he want smoke
Don't think just cause i'm smilin' you can't play me like no joke
I'm a slick talkin', plug walkin', bitch snatchin' nigga
Let a nigga try to test me he won't pass it nigga
Hoes they trip for no reason, they just can't take my demeanor
Meanin' no time for explainin', question it bitch i'm deleting
Got a few types of cash, like i'm at Winn Dixie i'm gettin' a bag
Kaedo done signed to Taz, shoutout my nigga ain't nothin' but glad for em
The grind wasn't nothin' I went thru the jungle i went and got wood on the dashboard
My bitch came back, my shit still solid, yeah I had to Lonzo and pass on her
I'm gettin' closer, in the yo' oakin' on dosier (uh)
Got niggas with toasters, hanging the choppers out doors (uh uh)
They talkin' to hoes, these niggas is gettin' exposed (uh)
I'm peepin' the clones, it gotta be in you, not on you (uh)
Yo bitch catch feelings she gon' let me hit it 2 times (uh)
That's all I need, yeah she want from bread me from like croutons
Hatin' ass nigga, try to play me I get violent
All my niggas steppin solid, yeah you know that we be bout it
Imma playa' nigga, cake getta', money stacka
We some certified smackas, you get picked like a raffle nigga
Better watch how you step nigga
Aint no rules in these streets ain't no refs nigga
You niggas be talkin' but ion do no talkin' straight smoke when we step nigga
We smokin' on dead niggas, face shot give em' 3 to the head nigga
We don't never forgive, and fuck forgettin' we forget when you dead nigga
You know how we play it, yeah im crucial, pull up where you stay at
Don't play bout them rules when you crossin dem' lines
I'm comin' for yours if you takin' for mine
Better pray to the lord cause i'm losin' my mind
Pray to the lord, cause i'm loadin' this 9
Pray to the lord that them niggas don't try it
Cause them niggas gon' die and they mommas gon' cry
Funerals gon' fill cause blood got spilled
Your niggas got (?) cause they bitches for real
But we spinnin' again cause they snitchin' again
We ain't finish (?) so we go hit ya' mans
We gon' get it done now cause we ain't get it done then (ay)
We gon' get it done now cause we ain't get it done then (ay)
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Writer(s): Ray Robinson
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