Heavy Steppers
Ion know how many times I gotta prove I'm meant for this
Wanny told me fuck the game up so let's get it in
Ian gay but to this day I'm married to them Benjamin's
I'm way too much to handle with the pressure where the insulin
So, in love with' cheddar stuff pockets with macaroni
I knew I'd be a boss when a nigga was watching Tony
So, I sat down got fried and made a plan all by my lonely
Then I mixed it with the gang so we can sizzle no baloney
I remember when my hoes couldn't come over and eat
You ain't here to find a hubby bitch you here to release
Now my shawty hold me down like she a belt to a seat
I'm just happy ian have to send her back to the streets
All I keep is heavy steppers niggas leaving a crease
I spit this hot shit in my lines because I be wit' DaHeat (WitDaHeat)
But my heart frozen like I'm moving how a fever would be
I'm tired of dick suckas they on me like they teething a bink
(Flick Flick)
Dub he rolled an opp in here it's lookin' sticky
(Sniff Sniff)
Fuck is that it's blood a nigga inna frenzy
(Stomp Stomp)
All a nigga hear got heavy steppers wit' me
(Click Clack)
Please don't play around with us cause we ain't friendly
We some GOATS personified
I keep 'em by my side
Said you wanna run wit' mines
Your kind ain't qualified
Killing wit' this rapping shit
My verses mummified
Gas and purp the purest kind
Shit got me nullified
All steppers in this bitch don't act stupid use ya head
Got this GG on me shooting repeat on him spraying lead
You leave ya spot you better make sure you always got one in the head
I remember hustling slanging work straight out my grandma crib
Man let's get it, putting the city on young nigga with ambition
Chasing bankroll when I tell you the price don't question my ticket
Heard they done caught bull slipping trying be tricking on some bitches
These hoes be ruthless when you with 'em gotta pay full attention
If a nigga try me this extension gonna leave bull extended
I'm that 15 Block a Ghett boy (I really stand on business)
In the kitchen whipping starting to wonder why I ain't pass as a chemist
Hit that triple dub then hit up Triple Dub cause he be wit' it
Still in the trenches fuck I look like lacking too attentive
These hollows in this blick I kick 'em out like they evicted
Better use ya top before ya top get dropped holes in ya fitted
Now you nonexistent blick done kissed ya ass good riddance, nigga
(Flick Flick)
Dub he rolled an opp in here it's lookin' sticky
(Sniff Sniff)
Fuck is that it's blood a nigga inna frenzy
(Stomp Stomp)
All a nigga hear got heavy steppers wit' me
(Click Clack)
Please don't play around with us cause we ain't friendly
We some GOATS personified
I keep 'em by my side
Said you wanna run wit' mines
Your kind ain't qualified
Killing wit' this rapping shit
My verses mummified
Gas and purp the purest kind
Shit got me nullified
If you ain't never touch P you ain't run no trap
If you ain't never get no heat, why you got that strap
If they got you on some shit and you got right back know that you can't ever come around I do not like rats
Mix a G wit' some hunnids he gone split it with the crew
If it's green ima C I turn a g-note to a blue
You mix me wit' a package ima turn it into two
I'm wit' sharks smell the blood then searching for the food
Wanny told me fuck the game up so let's get it in
Ian gay but to this day I'm married to them Benjamin's
I'm way too much to handle with the pressure where the insulin
So, in love with' cheddar stuff pockets with macaroni
I knew I'd be a boss when a nigga was watching Tony
So, I sat down got fried and made a plan all by my lonely
Then I mixed it with the gang so we can sizzle no baloney
I remember when my hoes couldn't come over and eat
You ain't here to find a hubby bitch you here to release
Now my shawty hold me down like she a belt to a seat
I'm just happy ian have to send her back to the streets
All I keep is heavy steppers niggas leaving a crease
I spit this hot shit in my lines because I be wit' DaHeat (WitDaHeat)
But my heart frozen like I'm moving how a fever would be
I'm tired of dick suckas they on me like they teething a bink
(Flick Flick)
Dub he rolled an opp in here it's lookin' sticky
(Sniff Sniff)
Fuck is that it's blood a nigga inna frenzy
(Stomp Stomp)
All a nigga hear got heavy steppers wit' me
(Click Clack)
Please don't play around with us cause we ain't friendly
We some GOATS personified
I keep 'em by my side
Said you wanna run wit' mines
Your kind ain't qualified
Killing wit' this rapping shit
My verses mummified
Gas and purp the purest kind
Shit got me nullified
All steppers in this bitch don't act stupid use ya head
Got this GG on me shooting repeat on him spraying lead
You leave ya spot you better make sure you always got one in the head
I remember hustling slanging work straight out my grandma crib
Man let's get it, putting the city on young nigga with ambition
Chasing bankroll when I tell you the price don't question my ticket
Heard they done caught bull slipping trying be tricking on some bitches
These hoes be ruthless when you with 'em gotta pay full attention
If a nigga try me this extension gonna leave bull extended
I'm that 15 Block a Ghett boy (I really stand on business)
In the kitchen whipping starting to wonder why I ain't pass as a chemist
Hit that triple dub then hit up Triple Dub cause he be wit' it
Still in the trenches fuck I look like lacking too attentive
These hollows in this blick I kick 'em out like they evicted
Better use ya top before ya top get dropped holes in ya fitted
Now you nonexistent blick done kissed ya ass good riddance, nigga
(Flick Flick)
Dub he rolled an opp in here it's lookin' sticky
(Sniff Sniff)
Fuck is that it's blood a nigga inna frenzy
(Stomp Stomp)
All a nigga hear got heavy steppers wit' me
(Click Clack)
Please don't play around with us cause we ain't friendly
We some GOATS personified
I keep 'em by my side
Said you wanna run wit' mines
Your kind ain't qualified
Killing wit' this rapping shit
My verses mummified
Gas and purp the purest kind
Shit got me nullified
If you ain't never touch P you ain't run no trap
If you ain't never get no heat, why you got that strap
If they got you on some shit and you got right back know that you can't ever come around I do not like rats
Mix a G wit' some hunnids he gone split it with the crew
If it's green ima C I turn a g-note to a blue
You mix me wit' a package ima turn it into two
I'm wit' sharks smell the blood then searching for the food
Credits
Writer(s): Jalen Jones
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