Steppers (feat. TFE Cash & Leek Muney)

I'm with them steppers (Aye)
We let off extras (Aye)
Bitch keep telling me she got a man girl aint no pressure bae
Jump out with the drakes like rockstars let heavy metal spray
Just me and Nate we riding in fast cars (Skrt Skrt Skrt)
You know we did the race
How you rapping bout all them beams and never bussed a grape
Book a trip to Cali just to see how them new flavors taste
Balling like I'm Curry I keep 30 shoot this in yo face
Bitches out here doin' dicks but wanna go on dinner dates (stupid bitch)
Real stepper apply pressure I ain't gone hesitate (I aint gone hesitate)
Say you got some Wok you gotta pull up see what my tester say
Just dropped another 4 Bitch leave me lone I'm tryin to meditate
But if you make it clap I might just give you a lil extra Bae
We up to no good (no good)
We slidin' through yo hood (In yo hood)
Bitch we got 10 glocks and 5 chopsticks I wish a Nigga would (I wish a Nigga would)
And I get real handy keep my toolbox when I'm in the hood
Pop-out in all back the new Death Row I'm startin to feel like Suge

I just switch my flow what you aint know
This my Lil Chester, Bae (Lil Chester Flow)
I just crossed the line like this a Phrat now is you stepping aye (Is you stepping)
Weapon play defense play nickel me on Tampa bay (Boom)
Bad bitch Carmel skin we Chillin right by Tampa Bay (By the water)
Dinner plates my dinner dates we bag da extra (Work)
Lumber Jack shirt blue & black I got the hookup (Work)
Ask my P I master C, Cash Money records (I'm servin)
Take off ya shoes Lil leek a stepper (Lil leeky chill)
I'm black with white that's salt and pepper (Chicken)
I'm bout my green just like a Tesla (Eco)
Fast cars NasCars Stillmatic gotta gun (Boom Boom)
Made em look madden shook hit stick he turbo run (Skrt)

Fo' nick stretch em (ight)
Dont toss out extras (ight)
Bullets hit his brain he still got up that lil boy special (Damn)
He couldn't make it to the doctor that lil 10 shots vest
We not gone fight this Gen5 wrestle (Come here)
Send a lil nigga to meet the Devil
Dodging light in this high speed
I smack the car they still coulnt catch me (Cant keep up)
You cant claim you out here stepping If you homies out here checking
Opps see us and get to sweating
We take shit down for a lesson
Disrespect it T nem hit yo shit up send yo ass a message (Come here)
Smith and Wesson hit yo block and have a nigga hurtin bleeding (He Crying)
She say she wanted a Birkin told that bitch to keep on dreaming
Only like to fuck with rubbers dumb bitch tried to steal my seman (Ugh)
If I got to make that call Lil Chester come turn on that Demon (Ight)
We got glocks on glocks on glocks on glocks on glocks send some shots (Damn)
We got glocks on glock on glocks on glocks Im a spin the block (ight)
We got glocks on glocks on glocks on glocks on glocks his body drop (For real)
We got glocks on glocks on glocks on glocks let this 30 rock (ight)



Credits
Writer(s): Michael Williams
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