Won’t Step On Me Lyrics

Won’t Step On Me - YoungBoy Never Broke Again

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Leor, light it up

Mommy, India got the beats

Come on, ha

Now check this (Check this)

We ain't with none of that water whip ass shit (None of that shit you niggas on)

I'ma preach it to you like this, I'ma give it to you raw

You heard me? However I bring it, that's how I'ma bring it, just catch it

It's some real gangster shit now

I quit that sad shit, I ain't trippin', they don't fuck with me then fuck 'em

You don't want YoungBoy, baby? Come on, know you love me, yeah

Real popular in my hood and that street shit I love, nigga

See me soldiered down and I'm good, I wish you motherfuckin' would

I wish you motherfuckers do it, yeah

Choppa came, I would

Okay, come play broad day, I up that spray, they gon' tell you 'bout how I do it (Grr, grr)

Nawfside 3-8, I bang that 4KTrey, it ain't safe inside Baton Rogue

Nah, they ain't wanna see me on

They ain't wanna see me sell out my tour

They ain't glad that I came home (Ha)

They ain't wanna look out for my children (Ha)

Now the fact I'm back, I been gettin' stacks, don't fuck with 'em, tell 'em let's do it (Yeah)

Turn boys to men, I'ma get it in

Grindin' to the ten, I been through it

Sticks in your hand, shoot on demand

I'll zip your man, find you a new one

Hold on, no way at all you gon' step on me (Let it out)

Bitch, a issue if you thinkin' you gon' rep' off me (What?)

They gon' find this nigga stankin', he ran up on me

Boy, I ain't playin', I'm gone off bars of Xans, I mix with lean, that maple lean (Ha, ha, grr)

I'm watchin' cars, I got my rod, I'm who in charge, they make-believe

I come from robbin' shit to Nawfside, I was robbin' jeans

I tell that ho get off my back 'cause only room there for my team (Woah-oh)

Give me that iron (Iron), I'ma roll with 'em (Roll with 'em)

Mama, don't pray for me, I don't back down for no nigga (No nigga)

They got a place for me

Lil Top, I got a K with me

A Drac', you know it love to sing (Grr)

He really pussy 'cause he red, because you know he gon' get down for me (Baow, lay you down for me, bitch)

Hold on, no way at all you gon' step on me (Let it out, yeah)

Bitch, a issue if you thinkin' you gon' rep' off me (Come on, come on, yeah-yeah)

They gon' find this nigga stankin', he ran up on me (Pow, pow)

I come up with plenty killers, got to keep a pistol

Roll with me by any means (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Strung out all dope sniffers from the Northside and fucked 'em, that methamine

Youngin' got on that Meth', he be lookin' mean

Cross your top with the Glock, you try anything (Yeah, yeah)

When my grandma had left, had to jump out the shelf

Bust the top with a Glock if you chop a seat

I 'member back in '17, I ain't had no money for weed

Man, I was bummin' for weeks

Down on my dick, so I scheme

Bitch take a bobby pin, and hide the money inside her hair for me

Know I got money, I got the bitch tryna tear her hair out for me

I used to live inside a house and used to stay out weeks

Told her that my home my girl house, I ain't have nowhere to sleep

I was in Houston dealin' boy with a warrant out on me

Ran off on Drea because I promised Jaz before we had linked (Damn)

Hold on, no way at all you gon' step on me (Let it out)

Bitch, a issue if you thinkin' you gon' rep' off me (Bap, bap, bap)

They gon' find this nigga stankin', he ran up on me (On me)

Hold on, no way at all you gon' step on me (Let it out)

Bitch, a issue if you thinkin' you gon' rep' off me (What?)

They gon' find this nigga stankin', he ran up on me

I'ma whoop your ass, lil' nigga

I'm experienced, I'ma do you bad, you gon' be feelin' played

Now, you better go on 'bout your lil' business

'Fore it be some blood on top my Js

Right now I'm faded, I got on shades

'Cause I'ma renegade, and I play with K

Know I built the lands like it's my lands, I'm tryna find peace inside my days

I ain't graduated 'til that glass

Bitch can't even pee about Lil Dave

Your bathroom window, I'm at your glass

I'm bringin' all you bitches pain

Soldier rollin' loaded, I tell 'em free JBeezy

He creepin' creature, man

Four doors on me, make it look easy

With that heat, he leave your brain

Ass, see me down bad, but that lil' storm, I overcame

They said I'm finna beat it like Soulja Slim when he had to pee in that tank

But the only thing

It's a difference, I'm Cash Money, ain't no Hot Boy, I'm Rich Gang

And I got my own label, I'm a boss, NBA, I'm Never Broke Again

NFL, Nawfside for life, my heart goes out to most of my friends

Because I know that they want chains, they gon' be bangin' all to the end

No, wait, hold up, I mean my bros

We put you up, stuff out 'em hoes

Check how we roll up you (Uh), I already know, cutthroat, nigga