Certified Steppas ft. F.O.E. E Skrilla Lyrics

Stay in your lane, we don't do all That disrespecting

You can't look me in my eyes with These Gucci frames on the sunny

Day look in the sky, so they turn To some shades

Yeah, F-O-E, Shawn The Don, a Real Certified stepper

Boy, it ain't nothing new, being True to this shit, yeah, yeah, yeah

I been certified in making mamas Cry, nigga

Look me in my eyes, nigga, don't You even try

I'm stepping on and over shit, Boy, you been a bitch

If you keep on talking shit, you Gone get your bitch hit

Oh its like that, no, nigga, it's like This

Been shining on you hoes, boy, Check my outfit

It's Dior to the floor

These hoes can't ignore it

Slamming dick down their throat, Trying to break the backboard

They always into something Better

Watch out for these youngins

They out here snatching life's

Yeah, that boy keep him a pipe

His chopper hold a hundred, and He can't even aim

That's the different between life And staying true to this game

A certified stepper, like sigma, psi And delta

Deez 762's, steady ripping Through your shelter

Aiming for your head, shoot your ID off the dresser

Now he hoping for a visit, cause He only got letters

Life without parole is the only thing they know

Niggas doing life and never told On a soul

Let us find out

You was running your mouth

We gone air that ass out without a Motherfucking doubt

Hang your ass out to dry

We gonna make your mama cry

Watch out for these youngins, Cause they kill over nothing

Now he back up in the trap

Yeah, we got that bitch jumping

A real stepper type nigga

You can't tell that boy nothing

Stay in your lane

We don't do all that disrespect

Ain't playing games

We'll whoop your ass, but this Ain't Tekken

FOE is what we repping, and That's how we stepping

I'm Danny Glover in Lethal Weapon with this Smith & Wesson

You can't look me in my eyes with These Gucci frames

On a sunny day, look in the sky, so They turn to some shades

All these people in my business Fucking paparazzi

Waiting on my downfall

Won't be a kamikaze

Certified steppers

Come through this bitch Stomping

Gotta apply that pressure when You feel that blood pumping

I know my oppressors and I see Them when they coming

Niggas mad because I turn Nothing into something

Bitch, I'm shining

You can see me through the fog

Throw me the rock just so I can Show you how to ball

You gotta know the plays and Know which ones to call

I'm a dog

Don't get caught between my Motherfucking jaws

The dirty mitten full of pussy boys

We call them kitten

And we balling in the city just like The Detroit Pistons

Them hoes calling

We just have our fun and then Dismiss them

Keep the grass cut so I ain't gotta worry about the hissing

Life without parole is the only thing they know

Niggas doing life and never told On a soul

Let us find out

You was running your mouth

We gonna air that ass out

Without a motherfucking doubt

Hang your ass out to dry

We gonna make your mama cry

Watch out for these youngins Cause they kill over nothing

Now he back up in the trap

Yeah, we got that bitch jumping

A real stepper type nigga

You can't tell that boy nothing

A certified stepper

Like Sigma, PSI, Delta

Deez-7-6-2's steady ripping Through your shoulder

Aiming for your head

Shoot your ID off the dresser

Now he hoping for a visit cause He only got letters

It's Dior to the floor

These hoes came to North

Slamming dick down their throat

Trying to break the backboard

Shaq Diesel

And we balling in the city just like The Detroit Pistons

Them hoes calling

We just have our fun and then Dismiss them

Keep the grass cut so I ain't gotta Worry about the hissing

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