Stepper Lyrics

For the opps Stand down

When the blicker up

Come through in the coupe

You can't fuck with us

Uncouth from the stoop

What the fuck is up

Got them trees up on my boot

Cuz I fucking step

Stepper stepper stepper stepper

Yea I fucking step

Steppers steppers steppers steppers

Yea I fucking step

Steppers steppers steppers steppers

Yea I fucking step

Reckless reckless reckless reckless

Yes I fucking wreck

Left it on read

Check up Instead

Mess up

You dead

Arm left a leg

Don't you forget

I am the ohhhh

I'm in the Stu

Burn down the booth

I'm in the room

Flame up the roof

Change up the shoot

Hamma go boom

I used to be a young man hoe

Now I set a example

I go to places you can't go

I do the things that you can't do

I see ya crew

And they ran through

Life is a risk

I am gamble

Burning in hot

You a candle

She fucking me

She is a nimpho

Point to your cheek

Not a dimple

We get it popping

No pimple

40 is what I

Gotta limp for

Yall be loving

Them simps though

Holding the shot

No gimbal

Steady with aim

Play limbo

Extreme close up

Wit head room

Shoot 4k out extendo's

Shells so big

Armadillos

We turn them heros

To zero's

Y'all been some

Scared hoes

Never been weirdos

For the opps Stand down

When the blicker up

Come through in the coupe

You can't fuck with us

Uncouth from the stoop

What the fuck is up

Got them trees up on my boot

Cuz I fucking step

Stepper stepper stepper stepper

Yea I fucking step

Steppers steppers steppers steppers

Yea I fucking step

Steppers steppers steppers steppers

Yea I fucking step

Reckless reckless reckless reckless

Yes I fucking wreck

Yea I came from stoop

Timberland are the boots

When this tree print on ya head

We Steppers

that's the whole crew

Keep fucking round

We getting down

And that's how

We come through

We see the shit

That heater click

Hella Hott

But no fever bitch

Let me hear out

Your grievances

Hope ya eyes

Is seeing this

All these different

Sequences

Got it locked

Like Meeka twist

Gotta rock

Like Pyrex pots

Drip drip drip

Drippy drop

Can't stop

Won't stop

Young guns

Like state prop

Sipping on some aged scotch

Two fingers

Love every drop

Dis a banger

No no it's not

This a classic

I'm hella hot

These opps

Be jelous much

These beats

I hella touch

Them streets

Been philly

Big illy

Big P

On my fitted

Flow cold

No chin chilla

Been that

Still realer

Bend that

And still killa

Uptown that's Philla

With this music

I'm the dealer

No confusion

Get a brain contusion

Opp stopped

From the lane you using

This a hot block

Get ya top chopped

Now ya clocked stopped

For the opps Stand down

When the blicker up

Come through in the coupe

You can't fuck with us

Uncouth from the stoop

What the fuck is up

Got them trees up on my boot

Cuz I fucking step

Stepper stepper stepper stepper

Yea I fucking step

Steppers steppers steppers steppers

Yea I fucking step

Steppers steppers steppers steppers

Yea I fucking step

Reckless reckless reckless reckless

Yes I fucking wreck