Listen to Steppas Freestyle (feat. Sleepy Hallow) by Eli Fross

Steppas Freestyle (feat. Sleepy Hallow)

Eli Fross

Hip-Hop/Rap

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Eli Fross
Eli Fross
Vocals
Sleepy Hallow
Sleepy Hallow
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Elijah Quamina
Elijah Quamina
Songwriter
Karel Jorge
Karel Jorge
Songwriter
Tegan Chambers
Tegan Chambers
Songwriter
Johnathan Micheal Scott
Johnathan Micheal Scott
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Great John
Great John
Producer
Boone McElroy
Boone McElroy
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Ahh (It's Great John beats, baby) What (Haha) Ayy, gang SRT be speedin', know I do the dash Slow it down lil' mama, I can't be with you, you movin' fast (Who is that?) Baddie, she a wetty, know I'm finna splash All the opps be bussin' in my blunt, no I ain't finna pass Headshots, if he spin this block, we tryna make him crash Red dots, beam drawn on your body, nigga, gimme that Incredible, once he seen that Glock, you know I made him dash Always on that dummy shit, that's probably why I skipped the class Flex and flash, used to call me ugly, now she want me smash Fuck and pass, fuckin' on his bitch, I know I made him mad I made him sad, I can't wife no bitch none of my niggas had Brodie blast, mommy brung him in but I'ma send 'em back Movin' tact, feet back of the back, lil' bitch I'm tryna relax Shooters strapped, did that drill and tossed it, bought some extra gats Hollows put a hole up in his chest, we leave him asthmatic Yeah, my bitch is sweet just like some candy, now I'm diabetic All the opps we put up in the sky, we probably run heaven Before you ain't, but now you realize you see them boys steppin' Lotta steppers bitch, uh Know we steppin' shit, uh Know my steppers lit, uh Get you wet up quick You could bring a 100 niggas, 99 gon' end up hit Hollows hit his stomach, nigga made his gang come out and spin Made 'em come out and what? They ain't doin' shit Rich just called me up, said when I land, he got the cooler kit Free my nigga Sheff and fuck the judge, my brother innocent (Free bro) Eli, that's my ape, it ain't no tellin' how we movin' shit (Layo) Who them steppers, bitch? (Huh) We them steppers, bitch Brand new Air Force Ones, we kill a nigga if he step on it That lil' bitch no fun, I fucked her friend 'cause she was celibate Ain't no pimp, but you know I could teach you how to sell a bitch Top finesser, I could sell some water to a fuckin' fish Top agresser, I can't follow victim to no stupid shit Top addresser, that's the last place that I fucked a nigga bitch Nigga sick, if you fuck my bitch, don't do that petty shit Ah, know we steppin' shit (Hahaha) Know my steppers lit (Free Sheff, man) You know we steppin' shit (You know the fuck goin' on) You know my steppers lit (Haha) Steppin' shit Know we steppin' shit Know I'm steppin' shit
Writer(s): Johnathan Scott, Elijah Marcel Quamina, Karel Jorge, Tegan Chambers Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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