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Steppin'
17
Hip-Hop/Rap
Steppin' was released on November 21, 2023 by Distributed by Venice Music as a part of the album Two Piece Special - Single
album cover
Release DateNovember 21, 2023
LabelDistributed by Venice Music
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM89

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Wicjones
Wicjones
Performer
DNA Picasso
DNA Picasso
Performer
Trayce Chapman
Trayce Chapman
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Trayce Chapman
Trayce Chapman
Songwriter
Chris Jones
Chris Jones
Composer
Devin Arnold
Devin Arnold
Lyrics

Lyrics

Woke up steppin’ on these dude like the damn flo
You ain’t caught no body why you lie to yo fans fo
All on the gram, going broke for a damn post
Ain’t got no hit, they can’t play you on this dance floor
I hear you talking bout them snakes, that’s yo damn folk
You one of dem, I’m getting everything I planned for
Can’t say you real if you ain’t stood tall for ya mans tho
Only the family round me fuck i need a friend fo
Sliding thru traffic i feel like Luda, **** in the way
I keep that weapon for protection this ain’t MMA
I need that bag when it’s due and not a minute late
Put some pep in to step cuz I ain’t finna wait
I’m leaving **** where they had me fuck up at
Now I’m doing **** how they did me I was down bad,
Wic hit me up like fam let’s make a smash
They don’t know me how they think they know me, let’s take em back (I’m saying)
Nip dropped mad jewels that shit be resonating
Go build something out that trauma, though it’s devastating
Don’t matter what you driving if you got no destination
You can’t hang around the gang cuz you be hesitating.
Stop talking bout what you you gon do, just get outside and do it
You say rappin’ okay hit the stu and make some music
You say trappin’ okay hit the block and flip the pack,
I’m investing in myself cuz Imma make it back back
Woke up steppin’ on these dude like the damn flo
You ain’t caught no body why you lie to yo fans fo
All on the gram, going broke for a damn post
Ain’t got no hit, they can’t play you on this dance floor
I hear you talking bout them snakes, that’s yo damn folk
You one of dem, I’m getting everything I planned for
Can’t say you real if you ain’t stood tall for ya mans tho
Only the family round me fuck i need a friend fo
You in the way we gotta crash feel like bandicoot
My brudda tell me let HIM make he a fan of you
I figured I be richer than my opps but now I know
Aint got no fuckin rapper name just got the tooly and the flow
That **** said that he the wave he just a Diddy bop
I cant take you serious that shit dookie thats kiddy bop
Member my bro BLEEP stole his pistol from a city cop
Then we broke away and got on foot you know the city hot
Bitch you know im really hot
Don’t talk about no accolades
Fell off on a Monday I was back on it by Saturday
Know some **** making it finessing like they Fannie Mae
I can’t never lose you know that winning in my DNA
This one for them **** taking gambles the bigger way
I can’t put no hoes over music this my get away
 
Come up wit yo **** irregardless man that been a play
I do this like I’m running for a score I might spin away
Bitch you know I
Woke up steppin’ on these dude like the damn flo
You ain’t caught no body why you lie to yo fans fo
All on the gram, going broke for a damn post
Ain’t got no hit, they can’t play you on this dance floor
I hear you talking bout them snakes, that’s yo damn folk
You one of dem, I’m getting everything I planned for
Can’t say you real if you ain’t stood tall for ya mans tho
Only the family round me fuck i need a friend fo
Written by: Chris Jones, Devin Arnold, Trayce Chapman
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