Steppers
Go
Aye I'm in this Bitch with my steppers Nigga
I'm in this bitch with Shawno
I'm in this bitch with VeeT
I'm in this bitch with Risky
We finna fuck up the city
Gimme a scat I'll fuck up the road
Say I'm calling shots in school
Who the fuck went and told
They know that I call shots
You know we bending blocks
I just got a new chop
I'm sipping on Tris or I'm sipping on Wock
She say "Tay I love you"
Naw my heart on lock
Chase a nigga right down with a beam
I do my shit on feet
I don't shoot out no car
We can go bar for bar
We can go opp for opp
We spot em then he shot
I came out the whom with a Glock
Watch how you talk when I walk in the spot
We shoot shit don't care if you ready or not
The last thing that he heard was fa
Trey on demon time
I thought he was a singer naw please don't play with mine
Kill em for real what you mean kill em being kind
It's yo time them it's yo time
Oppositions steady dying
They say the got new Glocks
I don't know why the even trying
I'm in this
I'm in this
I'm in this bitch with steppers
SRT naw twelve can't catch us
Quee take yo bitch can't get yo hoe back
Not even Tuesday she still go throw it back
Me and that bitch don't love each other
We just wanna fuck on each other
I'm finna turn up this my year
The whole gang in here
I can show you magic I can make my opps disappear
It's no nigga that I fear
VT he the wheel man give him five minutes then he here
Back door bitch ask can I serve her
Try some slick them I might hurt her
Tay go crazy yeah y'all heard her
I been trapping off this burner
My favorite room I be in the kitchen
Ring around the Rosie we keep spinning
Line em up like I'm a barber
Check his heart like I'm a doctor
Fuck this bitch then imma rob her
You know VeeT on that bully shit
He back up on his blocka
We tote hundred rounds in them choppas might just flip yo Honda
This SRT my favorite car so yk I don't stop for coppas
G twenty three my favorite gun you know that bitch a party stopper
Line em up and get em gone
My shorty out here tapping domes
If they play with Tay just call my phone imma put that switchy on
You know I put belt to ass don't think this shit a game
We like forty's, Draco nines and Ar-Ps might hit his brain
Switching lanes up in a range
You might get took not being gang
Call us striker boys cause we don't ride with plates up in our names
Put his ass up in the sky for thinking he got some fame
I might pull off in a SS nigga fuck a straight
I get to much money for these niggas they go always hate
I probably fuck yo bitch tell her tap me in with all them banks
Aye I'm in this Bitch with my steppers Nigga
I'm in this bitch with Shawno
I'm in this bitch with VeeT
I'm in this bitch with Risky
We finna fuck up the city
Gimme a scat I'll fuck up the road
Say I'm calling shots in school
Who the fuck went and told
They know that I call shots
You know we bending blocks
I just got a new chop
I'm sipping on Tris or I'm sipping on Wock
She say "Tay I love you"
Naw my heart on lock
Chase a nigga right down with a beam
I do my shit on feet
I don't shoot out no car
We can go bar for bar
We can go opp for opp
We spot em then he shot
I came out the whom with a Glock
Watch how you talk when I walk in the spot
We shoot shit don't care if you ready or not
The last thing that he heard was fa
Trey on demon time
I thought he was a singer naw please don't play with mine
Kill em for real what you mean kill em being kind
It's yo time them it's yo time
Oppositions steady dying
They say the got new Glocks
I don't know why the even trying
I'm in this
I'm in this
I'm in this bitch with steppers
SRT naw twelve can't catch us
Quee take yo bitch can't get yo hoe back
Not even Tuesday she still go throw it back
Me and that bitch don't love each other
We just wanna fuck on each other
I'm finna turn up this my year
The whole gang in here
I can show you magic I can make my opps disappear
It's no nigga that I fear
VT he the wheel man give him five minutes then he here
Back door bitch ask can I serve her
Try some slick them I might hurt her
Tay go crazy yeah y'all heard her
I been trapping off this burner
My favorite room I be in the kitchen
Ring around the Rosie we keep spinning
Line em up like I'm a barber
Check his heart like I'm a doctor
Fuck this bitch then imma rob her
You know VeeT on that bully shit
He back up on his blocka
We tote hundred rounds in them choppas might just flip yo Honda
This SRT my favorite car so yk I don't stop for coppas
G twenty three my favorite gun you know that bitch a party stopper
Line em up and get em gone
My shorty out here tapping domes
If they play with Tay just call my phone imma put that switchy on
You know I put belt to ass don't think this shit a game
We like forty's, Draco nines and Ar-Ps might hit his brain
Switching lanes up in a range
You might get took not being gang
Call us striker boys cause we don't ride with plates up in our names
Put his ass up in the sky for thinking he got some fame
I might pull off in a SS nigga fuck a straight
I get to much money for these niggas they go always hate
I probably fuck yo bitch tell her tap me in with all them banks
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Writer(s): Tramel Eggleston
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