Steppa ft. Sleezy Bands Lyrics

Full-time steppin, I stay with a stick

This shit a closed case, pop out with a blick

Ain't worried about them, I stay with my grip

Like imma stapler, I make that shit click

Run up the bag, ain't nobody help

I ain't finna hit, I'm just getting head

Don't want these hoes, I stay true to myself

That's why I know I'll be wealthy till death

Fuck all that rich shit, put it to the side

I'm all about drillings sliding till I die

Fuck out my face if you not finna ride

I'm running these packs, we about that life

Pull out my heat if he think he cold

Knock on my hip, imma make it unfold

Fuck you think, the whole block getting cleared

Turn him to a genie, his ass disappeared

Turn the block into dust

She just want lust

These bitches fake

They breaking my trust

Shit gets old

It turns into rust

Choppa with a drum

That shit is a must

It's like my bag

That shit is robust

Beam on my strap

That I like to adjust

Turn him to a pack

Jeans like a rack

We out on the daily

Catch you when you lack

He wanna link, I ain't ducking no fade

Buss a chop or just get out the way

He get hit in his face if he OtBk

9-4 shots if he jacking the A

Me and bro tryna spin

I'm on the block and bro throwing crip

13 my gunna tryna catch a hit

Oh you smoking on bro, then you know it get lit

2-3 shots put that boy in the past tense

Rahzay got put in a casket

Bend through that block hopping out tryna clap shit

OTB gang yea we down to cause havoc

Quincey my bro and you know we don't lack

I'm in the spot and I'm moving too tact

He try to run but I reach and it's wraps

Spin through his block and I aim for his hat

Oh they tough ain't do nun when I step in the room

How the fuck you gone up and send me to the moon

You ain't never do nun tell the opps get in tune

and your brodie got smacked and he carried a 2

All the opps doing bad

How you gone cap about shit that you jack

Bend through that block it's just me in all black

Oh they dissing on bro then I'm leaving him flat