Steppin ft. Kay4 Lyrics

Hop up out the whip, I'm tryna walk some shit down

Ain't leavin' out this bitch til I see some big shit on the ground

Niggas acting player til this hot shit, knock him out of bounds

I been gettin' money, what's the point of speakin' on it now

Bihh thinking she fuckin' for a badge, she a fuckin' clown

Feel like Mike Tyson, beat that pussy up, but I ain't goin' down

Hugh Hefner but I don't play, boy, keep a 50 round

Bitch-ass nigga

It's too many niggas on the net, I'm tryna see who shoot like Kevin Durant

In the shootout, they hittin' everything, but where the target at

My niggas ball on and off the court, they feel like Ja Morant

Stand on business, when they drop, we gon' stand on they neck

Dealin' with this court shit, I was shootin' shit with a different stance

SC, baby, niggas know that I ain't for none of that

I'm from 864, we wipe ya nose, then put it on your hat

Used to laugh at me, now I got the whole city up on my back

I don't give a fuck who go against me, we gon' get you wacked

Catch a opp at 7-Eleven, I bet I'll make that nigga crap

Pushin P ain't no peace in the city, only gun action

I got too many dreads for a fuckin' hat, I don't do no cappin

Stayin' out the way, but I'm trappin

Think I'ma lick his 50 in that bitch, Gen 5 blastin

We be swervin' through the lanes, don't give a fuck bout traffic

Wheels broke as hell, ain't have no bread, still makin' shit happen

When you get money, they come around and treat you like you matter

I can never fall out by the bitch, I'ma just let you have her

Fucked that bitch one time and then go ghost, I told her my name was Casper

I can switch the flow up on these hoes and tell them call me master

Pops ain't raisin' niggas, but him and my mama made a rich lit bastard

Hop out, know he blastin', we ain't crashin', we strategic bastards

Beat his block, but send a blitz like my name John Madden

I'm a lawbreaker, real spender, real cake getter

Everything green like this on the broad, but we'll get right with ya

I dance with the devil at 17, I'm tryna face niggas in the back clutchin

With a twin, I got 32, he got 50 niggas

Standin' on that business, reaper gang, I'm down to zip a nigga

KP pissed me off and we came in raw, then we should've clipped a nigga

One of the opps that died in they own city, that shit silly nigga

Mazzy got a wedgie in skim town and that shit wicked nigga

Fall back with that Draco, make him lay low, shots gon' give him halos

Youngest from my city on big boy shit, you watch your mouth and get low

I been on my top for a lil' minute, that crown be cookin' late on

OG see me down up on my D, the game he gave, he pay so

Pussy boy don't want no smoke, we pray for war and killin' fake bros

Fuck nigga, what you talkin' bout? Hold on, let go

They say they gon' blow, but I don't want smoke, them shots gon' send them home

We been on our business since 15, we gangsta to the bone

Nah, fuck nigga