Steppa

You think you a Steppa till I grab that heat
And a young nigga clapping you better retreat
I got that knowledge and it's for the streets
A nigga a monster I turned to a beast
Now I be eating like I'm at a feast
Just like some ones u about to get creased
I got some wisdom but I'm not a Priest
They say that u making them bands in a week

Hop in the stu sipping lean out the bottle
LMS shit bitch you know thats my motto
I'm in a coop and I'm smoking gelato
Bitch suck my dick so I put it on auto
I just got a bad bitch I know she a model
I'm swerving in lanes and I'm ducking them potholes
I just seen yo bitch at the mall she a thot hoe
She slide to my crib and I crack like a taco
Slide on yo block better watch how u moving
Pull this bitch out and some brains get to oouuzing
These bitches coming and these bitches be choosing
Been taking dubs I ain't doing no loosing
I got the Mac and you know how I do it
Why you got a strap if you not gonna use it
Clutching this glock and I'm leaving you truant
They say lil nigga you rapping so fluent
I got the beam wit the Mac and I let this bitch blow
I ain't Tory lanes I ain't shooting yo toes
How I be hooping I feel like the pros
Keep a duce fin in New York like I'm Rose
They hate that I'm up when I come through the door
Yo bitch pick me out and I feel like a fro
She wanna fuck keep that shit on the low
Bro got the Glock and you know he gone score

You think you a Steppa till I grab that heat
And a young nigga clapping you better retreat
I got that knowledge and it's for the streets
A nigga a monster I turned to a beast
Now I be eating like I'm at a feast
Just like some ones u about to get creased
I got some wisdom but I'm not a Priest
They say that u making them bands in a week

I'm counting them bands bitch I'm counting that money
Yo pockets on E keep that shit one hunnit
Feeling like Nick how my cannon be drumming
My niggas be stepping you know how we coming
Bitch I got the Mac I ain't running from nothing
Like we off the perkies you know that we bussin
These bitches a set you up so I ain't trusting
I got my bitch and I'm fucking her cousin
I might just run it up, I got them hunnits its duffeled up
Chips in my bag like I'm ruffeled up
You wanna throw hands you ain't tough enough
I fucked that bitch once I ain't cuffing up
I'm shooting yo bitch like I bust a nut
I got bout two clips and I fuck it up
The dick on a plate told her suck it up'
I'm from a city they hating on me
I be smoking that gas and you smoking that stee
Pull up to yo block we gon slide where you eat
That bitch she a vegan I made her eat meat
I'm in a rental this bitch is on E
Ain't talking Alicia but I got them keys
All these niggas be jumping ain't talking no flees
If I got my Glock then I'm blowing like leaves

You think you a Steppa till I grab that heat
And a young nigga clapping you better retreat
I got that knowledge and it's for the streets
A nigga a monster I turned to a beast
Now I be eating like I'm at a feast
Just like some ones u about to get creased
I got some wisdom but I'm not a Priest
They say that u making them bands in a week



Credits
Writer(s): Izayah Breckenridge
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