steppin ft. cdubbb Lyrics

Ay, yo, in your city we steppin' Know that we came with the weapons

He want me to test him I bet you these bullets gon' stretch him

Even his niggas detest him Niggas be snitchin' and tellin

In my pocket, Smith & Wesson Teachin' these niggas a lesson

If you gon' press him, make sure you got you a FN

Pull up we scoutin' the scene, fuck niggas These bullets, they hittin' your spleen, fuck niggas

I'm pourin' up fanta no lean, fuck niggas I got me a chop with a beam, fuck niggas

You pussy, you not on my team, fuck niggas Being bitch, made, not in my genes, fuck niggas

I'm not with the games, I'ma pull up and spray If I'm shootin' from a range, it's green, fuck niggas

These niggas talkin, they fans High off the wall like I'm steppin' in Vans

She fuck with gang, but she like Dirty Dan Sit in the crib and I count up a band

He catchin' bullets, he playin' for the Rams All in the club, nigga, not talking sams

Feel like I'm Tony you niggas be phony got everyone knowin' that I'm the man

Everyone know that I'm him I do not need me a stick

To body a bitch, lil' nigga, just need me a pen

No, you can't get in my flick, lil' nigga, you bitch, made

You is not part of my kin, like Beyblade Know that we spennin' again

Like Mayday, I put the beam on his chin Fuckin' with us, man, you not one of them

It's payday, you know I'm gettin' it in Run circles, bro, niggas see through you like the skin

Try to jump in Lodge, y'all fuckin' out of the gym

I can stretch the design, I know I'm comin' trim

You can't get in this pic, cause it's only the bros

I ran up 20 racks before 20 years old

I ain't nothin' like these niggas, I stick to the code

And if I get in my feelings, I flip me a bone

Made it through a lot, my camp throwin' our crown

These racks in my Glock got me sackin' my pen

I been runnin' this shit, almost call me a crown

And I don't need a bling, fuck niggas, let's dance

I was broke, then I did a 360, tried to wall y'all niggas

I do dirt, but my dough don't fall on niggas

Man, they thought that I quit, I respond on niggas

Like a whole can of train, I take all y'all niggas

These boys come in for a walkin

And that's just what they'll do

I'm finna come back in this bitch

These boys come in for a walkin

And that's just what they'll do

That's just what they finna do

We got so many sticks, man, you know how we steppin, bitch

Got Glocks, ARPs, and we got Smith & Wessons, bitch

Got a dick in me, livin' shit messy, bitch

I bought a wristband, these niggas rapin' bout me

Like I'm from Baltimore

Y'all fiends hit me up, hit the block like a chore

If they don't let me in, I'ma kick down the door

She a bougie, seen bread, now she act like a whore

I ain't have her for food, had to steal from the store

Yeah, they tried to belittle me, cause I was poor

Past four or five years, now I'm up in the score

And I walk with my five like this bitch is a tour

These shits made for steppin, that's what they gon' do

If you live to think, we step all over you

How that fuck nigga laughin, he ain't have a clue

Since the age goin' hard, you can't fuck with the crew

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