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Kevin Gates - Steppin' (Official Audio)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kevin Gates
Kevin Gates
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kevin Gates
Kevin Gates
Songwriter
Aubrey Robinson
Aubrey Robinson
Songwriter
Smash David
Smash David
Songwriter
Weston Weiss
Weston Weiss
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Smash David
Smash David
Producer
Weston Weiss
Weston Weiss
Producer
John Will
John Will
Mixing Engineer
Boobie
Boobie
Producer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

I don't like to talk about steppin' But fuck it, saddle up, let's do it Yeah, yeah, ayy (go Gates) Smith & Wesson, snub nose, .38 with no hammer They know I'm left-handed, homework, concealed and carry The same one I had in the magnum, to put on acne (ooh) 'Bout to throw it all away over misunderstandings, I'm slammin' (ooh) I wish I never murdered But I can't take that back, they zipped a bag and closed the curtains Stretch 'em, left that shit on flat, you can't repair with surgery Dick was goin' limp, she put that pussy on me perfect (she do) I'm thinkin' 'bout my brother, I want blood in the detergent On the love, and I'm determined (whoa) Steady workin', bitch, I'm in there (in there) Recruited me some crash, whip out the cash, he gotta get there (get there) They pass around the back, we got to smash whoever in there (in there) Ayy, keep it G with me, that's all I ask of you (for real) If you shoot at me and miss, lil' bitch, I won't rat on you (uh-uh) Ayy, keep it G with me (for real), that's all I ask of you (be calm) Make sure you do the same when I send it back at you (bitch) Let lil' brother drive the whip (yeah) Pull up right on gang (gang) Watch, I do my thing (thing) Hop out, let 'em hang (hang) Ayy, keep it G with me (hey), that's all I ask of you (yeah) Make sure you do the same when I send it back at you (yeah, yeah, yeah) I'm fully prepared (Gates) Few niggas are spared (wait) Right before the clock run out (Gates) I bet I get you smashed (wait, yeah) Detachable compartments in the car, went bought a Jag (bap, boom) Pull up in the nine and gonna take apart the tags (boom, yeah) This is not for show to post, don't show your shit, you blow your shit (boom) OG Boobie told me it's a go, ain't no controllin' him (blow) F-250 kill, I rock the glizzy like I'm Soulja Slim Diamonds wet, they hittin', took 'em out, I rock like whodie 'nem (why?) My lil' (uh) out of Philly, yeah, really with the yeah (bling, blong, yeah, yeah) Just got out the feds, zipped a hat, without no foot, or tag Steady braggin' on your fitted cap, you not livin' that When you face me, make sure it don't jam when you bend it back Ayy, keep it G with me (ooh), that's all I ask of you (for real) If you shoot at me and miss, lil' bitch, I won't rat on you (uh-uh) Ayy, keep it G with me (for real), that's all I ask of you (be calm) Make sure you do the same when I send it back at you (bitch) Let lil' brother drive the whip (yeah) Pull up right on gang (gang) Watch, I do my thing (thing) Hop out, let 'em hang (hang) Ayy, keep it G with me (yeah), that's all I ask of you (yeah) Make sure you do the same when I send it back at you (yeah, yeah, yeah) Takin' a life is very sacred, you heard me When you take something that you have not the power to give back You know what I'm saying I don't like to talk about steppin', you heard me Hey
Writer(s): Samuel David Jimenez, Aubrey Robinson, Westen Broek Weiss, Kevin Jerome Gilyard Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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