Big Deal Stepper Lyrics

Big deal stepper

Real trend setter

Big deal stepper

Real trend setter

Couple Ks on the feet, and Balenciaga sweaters

Still ain't met better

Still wit the fellas

Say we all going up, in that California weather

Cold stone thugger

Show no loving

Feds asking for a drop, I don't know nothing of it

Ain't no touching

Gang go dummy

Hang with real deal killers, these my real deal bruddas

Big deal nigga, touching real deal figures

Breaking bread with the gang, if I got it, Ima split it

Brodie got a drop, we on that house, we gotta flip it

Brodie sticking to them pills, I'm just hoping that he quit it

Really in the trenches, we was tryna make a way

Give my dawg a couple pounds, he'll shake it in a day

Watch for the snakes, they be hoping that you break

Put a drum on the Glock, they been hoping I don't spray

I been hoping I don't gotta see the day

I lose another dawg, Aw

So I been going hard, got mud on my paws

Still got so much to gain, still so much that I lost

Now it's Rick on the feet, I remember shopping Ross

Tryna stop sipping lean, I remember it was halls

Tell my mama I'm grown, but she still the one I call

Know raising me was hard, so ima make her shine like a star

Big deal stepper

Real trend setter

Couple Ks on the feet, and Balenciaga sweaters

Still ain't met better

Still with the fellas

Say we all going up, in that California weather

Cold stone thugger

Show no loving

Feds asking for a drop, I don't know nothing of it

Ain't no touching

Gang go dummy

Hang with real deal killers, these my real deal bruddas

Getting to it, got lil siblings, I know they gone be influenced

So much pain, getting through it, but these scars show the truth

In the booth, I'm just spitting like a nigga lost a tooth

When they shoot, they be missing, we might hit the whole crew

What they acting like they do, I can't name a thing they did

Know they hid for they life, cus we riding round with pipes

When they hit my Brodie up, niggas died same night

Same fight, but this switchy on me, Ima be alright

Okay

Now it's Saks, dropping bands on apparel

Run a nigga for his racks, and his head on the barrel

Yeah I should scare you

Bitch if you broke I won't come near you

You dropping double 3s, pussy nigga I dare you

And safes get cracked, tell my niggas be careful

Tell my niggas stay dangerous, Niggas be quick to air you

Telling brodie to chill

But he ain't tryna hear you

Now it's press number 5, and paying for commissary lord

Big deal stepper

Real trend setter

Couple Ks on the feet, and Balenciaga sweaters

Still ain't met better

Still with the fellas

Say we all going up, in that California weather

Cold stone thugger

Show no loving

Feds asking for a drop, I don't know nothing of it

Ain't no touching

Gang go dummy

Hang with real deal killers, these my real deal bruddas

Aw

Aw

I'm a big deal stepper

Real trend setter