Steppas
Babygirl be cautious, watch yo footin'
Steppas comin' through
Wet just like a faucet
Round them bosses, watch ya honey dude
Rode that dick till she exhausted
Know she off it, got me cummin' oouu
From the back, I Randy Moss it
Then she lost it, got her runnin' too
I ain't got no children
Call me daddy when I dick her down
I ain't got no feelings
Up the gatty, quick to blick a clown
Marijuana for the healin'
Glockie tucked up in my denim
Know it's filled up wit some venom
I'll send 'em, bring that stick around
If you play you lay
So my advice, you bet not dick around
Won't show no fear today
Get sent to christ, we pull them fifties out
My plug done got me paid
He up the price, won't do no bitchin' out
Ain't fuckin' wit them j's, or servin' white
Cuz they be itchin' now
I wan' see better days
But if you trip, I'll let that heater kick
This forty glock delete a bitch
The way I move so secretive
Lil bitch she thick, got trece appeal
She take the dick off weed and pills
I'm supa sick, don't need a deal
I want a mil, to keep it real
Like to joke around
But get down to it, know I handle biz
Might just smoke a clown
Leave him ruined, he was ramblin'
All my niggas bullies
Slide wit fully's at the candle lit
Masked up wit them skullies
Aim at mullets, ain't no jammin' shit
Babygirl be cautious, watch yo footin'
We just came to party
Wet just like a faucet
Round them bosses, we'll get it started
Rode that dick till she exhausted
Know she off it, and she gettin' naughty
From the back, I Randy Moss it
Then she lost it, fucked her in a Audi
I ain't got no children
Call me daddy when I beat it up
I ain't got no feelings
Up the gatty, know the heater tucked
Marijuana for the feelin'
Got my glockie for a gremlin
You get sent right past the ceiling
Ain't no healin', leave a creepa stuck
Piranhas, know they evil
Nigga might just bring them heaters through
Smell that blood, they seek you nigga
Like we playin' peek a boo
Hits just like the Beatles
Jalapeños if you tweakin' foo
Best calm down yo steelo
For my migos let that heater loose
Hallows in them semis
Niggas down to let them cannons pop
You rollin' off that remy
Have lil bro nem come and blam a opp
Pull up on go, wit ample shots
Betta tighten up yo sandal crocs
My niggas slide through sample glocks
They aim at wigs and trample thots
Slide through Dacian road
Nigga might just get ya whip flipped
Patient with the load
Tell him pull up to the QuikTrip
Won't into chasin' hoes
They only good for takin' souls
I got into acing bows
Nigga tryna make a quick flip
Member plug ain't have it
Used to buy the gang packs up
One day gon have them Patek's
All my niggas wit they racks buff
Three-five in this backwood
Ima face, it ain't no pass bruh
A couple different mixtures
Know I laced it wit some bad stuff
Babygirl be cautious, watch yo footin'
Steppas comin' through
Wet just like a faucet
Round them bosses, watch ya honey dude
Rode that dick till she exhausted
Know she off it, got me cummin' oouu
From the back, I Randy Moss it
Then she lost it, got her runnin' too
I ain't got no children
Call me daddy when I dick her down
I ain't got no feelings
Up the gatty, quick to blick a clown
Marijuana for the healin'
Glockie tucked up in my denim
Know it's filled up wit some venom
I'll send 'em, bring that stick around
Steppas comin' through
Wet just like a faucet
Round them bosses, watch ya honey dude
Rode that dick till she exhausted
Know she off it, got me cummin' oouu
From the back, I Randy Moss it
Then she lost it, got her runnin' too
I ain't got no children
Call me daddy when I dick her down
I ain't got no feelings
Up the gatty, quick to blick a clown
Marijuana for the healin'
Glockie tucked up in my denim
Know it's filled up wit some venom
I'll send 'em, bring that stick around
If you play you lay
So my advice, you bet not dick around
Won't show no fear today
Get sent to christ, we pull them fifties out
My plug done got me paid
He up the price, won't do no bitchin' out
Ain't fuckin' wit them j's, or servin' white
Cuz they be itchin' now
I wan' see better days
But if you trip, I'll let that heater kick
This forty glock delete a bitch
The way I move so secretive
Lil bitch she thick, got trece appeal
She take the dick off weed and pills
I'm supa sick, don't need a deal
I want a mil, to keep it real
Like to joke around
But get down to it, know I handle biz
Might just smoke a clown
Leave him ruined, he was ramblin'
All my niggas bullies
Slide wit fully's at the candle lit
Masked up wit them skullies
Aim at mullets, ain't no jammin' shit
Babygirl be cautious, watch yo footin'
We just came to party
Wet just like a faucet
Round them bosses, we'll get it started
Rode that dick till she exhausted
Know she off it, and she gettin' naughty
From the back, I Randy Moss it
Then she lost it, fucked her in a Audi
I ain't got no children
Call me daddy when I beat it up
I ain't got no feelings
Up the gatty, know the heater tucked
Marijuana for the feelin'
Got my glockie for a gremlin
You get sent right past the ceiling
Ain't no healin', leave a creepa stuck
Piranhas, know they evil
Nigga might just bring them heaters through
Smell that blood, they seek you nigga
Like we playin' peek a boo
Hits just like the Beatles
Jalapeños if you tweakin' foo
Best calm down yo steelo
For my migos let that heater loose
Hallows in them semis
Niggas down to let them cannons pop
You rollin' off that remy
Have lil bro nem come and blam a opp
Pull up on go, wit ample shots
Betta tighten up yo sandal crocs
My niggas slide through sample glocks
They aim at wigs and trample thots
Slide through Dacian road
Nigga might just get ya whip flipped
Patient with the load
Tell him pull up to the QuikTrip
Won't into chasin' hoes
They only good for takin' souls
I got into acing bows
Nigga tryna make a quick flip
Member plug ain't have it
Used to buy the gang packs up
One day gon have them Patek's
All my niggas wit they racks buff
Three-five in this backwood
Ima face, it ain't no pass bruh
A couple different mixtures
Know I laced it wit some bad stuff
Babygirl be cautious, watch yo footin'
Steppas comin' through
Wet just like a faucet
Round them bosses, watch ya honey dude
Rode that dick till she exhausted
Know she off it, got me cummin' oouu
From the back, I Randy Moss it
Then she lost it, got her runnin' too
I ain't got no children
Call me daddy when I dick her down
I ain't got no feelings
Up the gatty, quick to blick a clown
Marijuana for the healin'
Glockie tucked up in my denim
Know it's filled up wit some venom
I'll send 'em, bring that stick around
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