Big Steppa Freestyle Lyrics

The nueve on me, call me Muani if I shoot ya

Koolie Kani, hu$$la! Yeah, the Big Poppa

I say what I want without filter like I'm Banda

Big things poppin' and we good with no laba

Why you texted "come see me", once I'm there, you don't say nun

Your arms crossed on the couch like Suz was a cheater

Now I close the window because the neighbors are curious

While shawty in the living room yelling (Yellin, yellin')

(Smoked out, loced out, ridin' with the pistol grip

I don't love hoes, mane, I'm aimin' at your skull

Smoked out, loced out, ridin' with the pistol grip

I don't-I don't love hoes, mane, I'm aimin' at your skull

Smoked out, loced out, ridin' with the pistol grip

I don't love hoes, mane, I'm aimin' at your skull

Smoked out, loced out, ridin' with the pistol grip

I don't-I don't love hoes, mane, I'm aimin' at your skull)

I'm the father of your kids, boy they kiss me like I'm Santa

Your baby mama prada like I was her baby dada

I shoot D on the mama, once the kids are in Narnia

Covering my heart with ice, can't be in love

Bike life, late at night, cops wanna chase us

Walking with my choppa hunting opps like they're poachers

Driving with the windows up, 'cause baby I cheat on us

Smoked out, loced out, ridin' with the pistol grip

I don't love hoes, mane, I'm aimin' at your skull

Smoked out, loced out, ridin' with the pistol grip

I don't-I don't love hoes, mane, I'm aimin' at your skull

Smoked out, loced out, ridin' with the pistol grip

I don't love hoes, mane, I'm aimin' at your skull

Smoked out, loced out, ridin' with the pistol grip

I don't-I don't love hoes, mane, I'm aimin' at your skull

(Walk up to your house, knock on your door

And blow your ass off

Drop it off, drop it off, bitch, I got a sawed off

Walk up to your house, knock on your door

And blow your ass off

Drop it off, drop it off, bitch, I got a sawed off

Walk up to your house, knock on your door

And blow your ass off

Drop it off, drop it off, bitch, I got a sawed off

Walk up to your house, knock on your door

And blow your ass off

Drop-drop-drop it off, drop it off, bitch, I got a sawed off)

Once upon a time, I was a robber who robbed robbers

Koolie is a gentleman thief from Wakanda

If I were Ben, I would never have left Ana

If I were Chris, Jessica would never leave me

How many African soldiers got killed like Marley

And I'm sure they will do Koolie, if Koolie tryna talk freely

You know, hmm

Yuh, yuh, Africa on the map, because we're genius!

Smoked out, loced out, ridin' with the pistol grip

I don't love hoes, mane, I'm aimin' at your skull

Smoked out, loced out, ridin' with the pistol grip

I don't-I don't love hoes, mane, I'm aimin' at your skull

Smoked out, loced out, ridin' with the pistol grip

I don't love hoes, mane, I'm aimin' at your skull

Smoked out, loced out, ridin' with the pistol grip

I don't-I don't love hoes, mane, I'm aimin' at your skull