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Big Stepa
Sir Black
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Big Stepa
Smoking my pack then I track her
Big Stepa
Spinning that weed on a letter
Big Stepa
And who said go chop on my greed
Didn't you said you'll build up the lead
Shooting my guns let the enemies bleed
Ama pull up by five ama checking my tweet
Ama being so high as a nigga can be
Go to a store and they see me as thief
Look by the side and you'll see that we
Still going, still flowing
Run up on me and we'll still blowing
Getsbe, Pagani
Show the world what I'm capable of
Drop the chat like a savage
That lil batch as a average
Climb the roof ama sign up that shoe
With a bullet proof on my jacket
Sign it up I need bandits
(damn sign it up I need bandits)
(Sign it up)
Walk pass with a huge ass
That bitch has a bad habit (look)
I got money and cash
I got diamonds to flex
I got bitches to pass
I got chains on my neck
I got still many plans
I got a live to protect
I got (look)
I got money and cash and some diamonds to flex
Can't forget about hope and blessings father gave
Got a mind it's so dark and sometimes full of hate
But through trust in my God it all fades away
And my step ma running from police
Got politicians searching ways for peace
While my bitch getting onto her knees
And my personal world starting to freeze
Watch the pretty lil show
And it still drops louder
Sitting with five playing poker
And you'll gonna stay there and play there
And you'll gonna play fair
And we up here but we run up the lazy
We gonna run up the 80's
Am lil baby the baby
Choppa pulls a sign with multiple faces (yeah)
Big Stepa, Smoking my pack then I track her
I'm not the type to get header
I'm the type to switch up that pressure
Big stepa, building that plane out of paper
Run it up Run it up faster gotta run it up
Till I forget her
Big Stepa, Smoking my pack then I track her
I'm not the type to get header
I'm the type to switch up that pressure
Big stepa, building that plane out of paper
Run it up Run it up faster gotta run it up
Till I forget her (ey) (ey) (ey)
Shredded why you all Shredded
Why you all suffering so hard with no credits
I match up the shooter
And make him my sister
I am a beast making y'all niggas whisper (bitch)
Triple x up am in love (yeah)
BB on my raw (yeah)
Beans don't fill the top (yeah)
Leave me out the charge (yeah) (yeah)
Big Stepa, one time bill on the metter
Got a nigga fill what is rupture
Nigga put some ice in the center
Big Stepa, if you're near gang am
Gotta lower your voice
If I have a bad mood then you get no luck
If you run up on me then you give me no choice
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