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Big Steppa
Hip-Hop/Rap
Big Steppa was released on June 20, 2023 by SAMBO as a part of the album Big Steppa - Single
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Release DateJune 20, 2023
LabelSAMBO
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM94

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Samaté Moore
Samaté Moore
Songwriter

Lyrics

Creep with that fire
Spin at any time
Clutching heaters street sweepers
Masked up like Micheal Myers
Hit a **** up, send em' to the sky
Tell me why you tried
You must forgot I'm out dat nine
Ima, big steppa
A big steppa
A paid ****
A self made ****
A grave digger
Wig splitter
When it's war season
Don't let me catch you slippin'
Look
Real head hunter pile of skulls in the street
I was 12 wit a banger straight born into beef
Line tapped so we gon keep it on the low til' we meet
That paranoia got my eyes wide I ain't gettin sleep
These **** think they know a lot but don't know shit bout me
Nine shit ion mind shit I wouldn't trust me
Glizzy actin puttin on a show 30 underneath
This for all the steppas catch a op fuck em' stop his breathing huh
Come through that cut and get flushed
A **** bussed em' up
Demon time bitch I think I'm Beezlebub
Yeah
Spin a bend or we can park and walk to let em' know it's us
**** soft as fuck I'm tryna smush em' like a bread bun
Bitch I'm out the nine we got them choppas wit the monkey nuts
Hunned on it might fuck around dump the whole hunned on em'
Mask down steppin' light tonight I got on my Sauconys
Ion gotta rep these **** mommas speak on how I'm thuggin'
I need a thick freak la hoe can't fuck on nun bony
She touch her toes I'm sliding in it sound like macaroni
My gator put me on a lick say less I'm on it
The same thang got for a hit I spot em' he's a goner
Get suffocated from that smoke this some Durban Poison
Fell back from the gang these **** double crossing
Don't gotta drop a bag on ya I'm foot soldier hearted
Yeah
These **** easy targets
I got hats
I'm tweakin for another one
Yo hoe that ass she need to let me fuck wit sumn
How you gettin to a bag with only one hustle?
Own family slimed me out so I ain't trustin' nothing
Got to watch the shit I'm spittin'
Heard I got the feds listening
Ain't got time to make a diss I ain't giving clout to no ****
On the real I'm lane switching sure you paying attention
Fuck a phone grab dat fuckin stick and FaceTime a ****
Creep with that fire
Spin at any time
Clutching heaters street sweepers
Masked up like Micheal Myers
Hit a **** up, send em' to the sky
Tell me why you tried
You must forgot I'm out dat nine
Ima, big steppa
A big steppa
A paid ****
A self made ****
A grave digger
Wig splitter
When it's war season
Don't let me catch you slippin'
Written by: Samaté Moore
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