Steppers

Yeah Yeah

(Look)

You know my body, you know I'm a stepper

Fresh out of court for the weapon

He talkin' spicy then **** we check 'em

You bitch **** know what I'm reppin'

I throw up the gang when I walk in the room

Keep me an ootah and he let it boom

We got in here, we got in with tools

Like, who gon' end up on the news

Spinning yo' block like we lookin' for parking

Hop out the whip and we park 'em

Catch me an opp, imma spark 'em

If it's lit then we ain't even talkin'

You see my diamonds, they bust out the meter

Wit' a lil bitch and you know she an eater

I took my heart out the freezer

I got a demon demeanor

That bitch she know I don't need her

Like, 2thou

If he a rat he can't come 'round

We up the ante, put **** in panic

Like, why you think he on the run now

If you run up you get gunned down

All you gon' hear is that gun sound

You know that I'm wit' it

You knowin' who did it

Im lurkin' from sun up to sun down

(You know we outside)

Switch on the glock

It came wit fifty and we make it hot

(Grrrr boom)

If you an opp

You better stay wit a knock, like

Switch on the glock

It came wit fifty and we make it hot

(Grrrr boom)

If you an opp

You better stay wit a knock, like

I'm from the town where it's shoot or get shot

You better stay wit' the Wesson

Big .45

Only need seven to send 'em to heaven

Bend what block

You **** ain't really on nothing but tellin'

Stay wit' a mop

They caught it on me and made me a felon

You know my body, you know I'm a stepper

Fresh out of court for the weapon

He talkin' spicy then **** we check 'em

You bitch **** know what I'm reppin'

I throw up the gang when I walk in the room

Keep me a ootah and he let it boom

We got in here, we got in with tools

Like, who gon' end up on the news

I don't step I'm a stomper

I just came home from that bid

That I caught for the flockin'

I spin their shit like a washer

I know the original Munnas

The original Flockas

No, I don't play for the lackers

No, I don't play for the dodgers

I'm wit' the packers

I throw a bullet like Rodgers

He say he shootin' like Thompson

But how you gon' throw on Ibaka

I go outside wit' my pole 'cause I gotta

Fuck if it match, imma throw on my knocka

Thotty suckin' the soul out my boxers

What's her 'gram

I don't know, I don't got her

And I remember how moe had got lined up

No, he not gang

He just throwing' them signs up

Bro in the feds

He had too many **** holdin' their head

And holding their leg

An opp will get shot in the city

In jail, we gon' poke 'em instead

**** get washed like a richie

I'm not wit the iffy

Just make sure you not on that side of the blicki

He runnin, my gun up behind 'em like Ricki

I'm stuntin' like Stunna

He runnin, I up it

This **** just want me to do it in public

It's on me, I'm uppin'

I'm shooting a bucket

And it's on me, you knew if it wasn't

And this .40 boomin' 'em up

I just put two in a cup

And we shootin' at who in the front row

We turn their shooter to gumbo

And bro could maneuver the lambo

But he still good wit' the gun tho'

I gotta' get to the huncho