Steadily Steppin
In the middle of action without spilling the drank
So many benjis i'm breakin the bank
Hop out the whip n we slide for the dank
Man we hotbox the whip so we makin it stank
I got more bread than a fuckin casino
My bro keep a tool like shit is home depot
Snatchin a opp now he sangin the c note
Snatchin his life u could call it a repo
Run down a opp n we spin like a CD
U bitches just jealous u just wanna be me
Runnin up bags just to buy me a M3
Imma keep bustin till shit is just empty
He talk on the net n he doin the most
So i'm slammin his ass just like shaq in the post
Drake turn him white like he seein a ghost
Bitch this 7.62 burn a cuddi like toast
Switch the position to boom opposition
Lil bro got the drop so we move on tha mission
Bought a new drake that's in perfect condition
This ice on my neck i'm just watchin it glisten
Glock got extensions, you bitch in my mention
She need some attention, I kill with intention
Give him early dismissal like he in detention
Poppin these perks got me changin dimension
So many bullets i'm jammin the drake
Get hit with the K n makin ya shake
Talk out yo neck u get bake like a cake
Only time that i'm running it be from the jake
Gone off the gas I be smokin the purple
Gun yo ass down and i don't need a perk pill
I got some homies that shoot with diverse skill
Ready for war like i'm Winston Churchill
Step out the whip n get hit with the ratchet
Shit'll get hectic I keep me a gadget
Get put on a shirt n they say it was tragic
I pull up n shoot like i'm signed to the magic
Built like i'm harden I'm strapped with a rocket
You better be quiet fo it get outta pocket
You could get hit put yo jaw out ya socket
I aim out the window exhale and i cock it
Pay 20k n i slide fo the digit
You moving to wrong you get made an exhibit
Put a beam on yo ass with the Glock make him fidget
I send him to god make him pay him visit
I get the Glock n I bug like a schizo
Serving the pack n we rollin up endo
Uh... better ride for yo kinfolk
I see his ass and im droppin the window
Get me a drake n u know i go crazy
I'm signin him off like he takin a vacay
Wearin designer all i see is a payday
Run down a opp now he screamin out mayday
.556 gon knock out his spleen
Steadily active since i was a teen
Posted on corners while servin the fiends
You get rolled in the wood if u trynna get mean
Fucked in the head u don't know what i been thru
Jumpin yo shit watch ya homie get bent too
Shot to the head it be bad for ya mental
Knock off his top he need more than some
Dental
Pull out that 40 n shit get to blazin
These bitches keep playin get smoke like jamaican
Pussy keep playin get cook like some bacon
This boy crashin out think he need education
Fly out to Houston I feel like a astro
Make so much money it come out my asshole
Ru-runnin the game from Portland to Pasco
Nine millimeter gone knock off his afro
Dead shot, dead opp, aim at yo dreadlock
Hop out the V n i'm catchin a headshot
Drippin like water n boom like a dreadnought
Shot to the head outta air like a headlock
Beefin wit me then it's back to the basics
I run to the bag like i'm wearing the asics
Dodgin these cases like i'm from the matrix
You talkin that shit in the bed with the bracelet
Glock witta beam and it holdin a pro mag
Up in the morgue u get left with a toe tag
Keep me some weapons like my name is Kodak
Get hit on a Thursday n think it's a throwback
So many benjis i'm breakin the bank
Hop out the whip n we slide for the dank
Man we hotbox the whip so we makin it stank
I got more bread than a fuckin casino
My bro keep a tool like shit is home depot
Snatchin a opp now he sangin the c note
Snatchin his life u could call it a repo
Run down a opp n we spin like a CD
U bitches just jealous u just wanna be me
Runnin up bags just to buy me a M3
Imma keep bustin till shit is just empty
He talk on the net n he doin the most
So i'm slammin his ass just like shaq in the post
Drake turn him white like he seein a ghost
Bitch this 7.62 burn a cuddi like toast
Switch the position to boom opposition
Lil bro got the drop so we move on tha mission
Bought a new drake that's in perfect condition
This ice on my neck i'm just watchin it glisten
Glock got extensions, you bitch in my mention
She need some attention, I kill with intention
Give him early dismissal like he in detention
Poppin these perks got me changin dimension
So many bullets i'm jammin the drake
Get hit with the K n makin ya shake
Talk out yo neck u get bake like a cake
Only time that i'm running it be from the jake
Gone off the gas I be smokin the purple
Gun yo ass down and i don't need a perk pill
I got some homies that shoot with diverse skill
Ready for war like i'm Winston Churchill
Step out the whip n get hit with the ratchet
Shit'll get hectic I keep me a gadget
Get put on a shirt n they say it was tragic
I pull up n shoot like i'm signed to the magic
Built like i'm harden I'm strapped with a rocket
You better be quiet fo it get outta pocket
You could get hit put yo jaw out ya socket
I aim out the window exhale and i cock it
Pay 20k n i slide fo the digit
You moving to wrong you get made an exhibit
Put a beam on yo ass with the Glock make him fidget
I send him to god make him pay him visit
I get the Glock n I bug like a schizo
Serving the pack n we rollin up endo
Uh... better ride for yo kinfolk
I see his ass and im droppin the window
Get me a drake n u know i go crazy
I'm signin him off like he takin a vacay
Wearin designer all i see is a payday
Run down a opp now he screamin out mayday
.556 gon knock out his spleen
Steadily active since i was a teen
Posted on corners while servin the fiends
You get rolled in the wood if u trynna get mean
Fucked in the head u don't know what i been thru
Jumpin yo shit watch ya homie get bent too
Shot to the head it be bad for ya mental
Knock off his top he need more than some
Dental
Pull out that 40 n shit get to blazin
These bitches keep playin get smoke like jamaican
Pussy keep playin get cook like some bacon
This boy crashin out think he need education
Fly out to Houston I feel like a astro
Make so much money it come out my asshole
Ru-runnin the game from Portland to Pasco
Nine millimeter gone knock off his afro
Dead shot, dead opp, aim at yo dreadlock
Hop out the V n i'm catchin a headshot
Drippin like water n boom like a dreadnought
Shot to the head outta air like a headlock
Beefin wit me then it's back to the basics
I run to the bag like i'm wearing the asics
Dodgin these cases like i'm from the matrix
You talkin that shit in the bed with the bracelet
Glock witta beam and it holdin a pro mag
Up in the morgue u get left with a toe tag
Keep me some weapons like my name is Kodak
Get hit on a Thursday n think it's a throwback
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Writer(s): Michael Mcelhenie
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