Big Steppin
Why this bitch keep textin while I'm trynna make a song
Hit her with tha block button jus to get her out my phone
Fiend bitch only crack once and then send her home
Big Glock a put a nigga inna sky like a drone
Got a big choppa let this bitch off and now he gone
Bitch left said she doin better now she wit a clone
I been hurt my bitch ducked off Ight
I been hurt my bitch ducked off and now I'm all Alone
Sike I been gettin money and fuckin hella hoes
Big steppin pop a nigga nigga then I'm goin on a road
This a new gun let this bitch off it take a soul
Shot dog for trynna stand tall n now he inna ohh
Catch a opp wit out his gun best believe im finna drop his ass
He slid back now he leavin inna body bag
High as hell 7 gram wood I got a lotta gas
Smokin on sum shit one hit now you off yo ass
Big choppa let this bitch off and knock you off tha grass
Hit a nigga block off tha wock almost drop tha mag
How you niggas say you got motion but never upped a rack
Bitch I had to take a risk it paid off ain't no lookin back
Ha ha wit yo lookin ass
Nigga took my bitch I ain't cry I jus took her back
Served a white boy a pound a reg inna cookie bag
Creep up in his house last night like the boogie man yeaaa
Hit her with tha block button jus to get her out my phone
Fiend bitch only crack once and then send her home
Big Glock a put a nigga inna sky like a drone
Got a big choppa let this bitch off and now he gone
Bitch left said she doin better now she wit a clone
I been hurt my bitch ducked off Ight
I been hurt my bitch ducked off and now I'm all Alone
Sike I been gettin money and fuckin hella hoes
Big steppin pop a nigga nigga then I'm goin on a road
This a new gun let this bitch off it take a soul
Shot dog for trynna stand tall n now he inna ohh
Catch a opp wit out his gun best believe im finna drop his ass
He slid back now he leavin inna body bag
High as hell 7 gram wood I got a lotta gas
Smokin on sum shit one hit now you off yo ass
Big choppa let this bitch off and knock you off tha grass
Hit a nigga block off tha wock almost drop tha mag
How you niggas say you got motion but never upped a rack
Bitch I had to take a risk it paid off ain't no lookin back
Ha ha wit yo lookin ass
Nigga took my bitch I ain't cry I jus took her back
Served a white boy a pound a reg inna cookie bag
Creep up in his house last night like the boogie man yeaaa
Credits
Writer(s): Larry Watson
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