Steppers Lyrics - Tee Grizzley & Skilla Baby
You be talkin’ ’bout me to the niggas run with you
Then see me out and *** suck and now them boys uncomfortable
Now all the real steppers up your blick in this ***
Every *** I don’t like gettin’ stripped in this ***
Huh?
Ayy (Helluva made this beat, baby)
Hmm
Now all the real steppers up your blick in this ***
I hope a *** *** get pistol-whipped to this ***
Every *** I don’t like gettin’ stripped in this ***
Any sudden move, boy, you gettin’ hit with this blick, ***
Every *** in here jack *** and take hits
My lil’ *** whack ***, he don’t wanna take pics
If you wanna beat that body, then you better hire Blake, jit
My lil’ niggas bake ***, you better send that pape’, ***
Every *** in here with me clique and catch bodies
If I tell ’em I don’t like you, then you gettin’ stretched probably
Simple math, subtract niggas, it ain’t *** to solve a problem
And if you hidin’ and I want you, I’m puttin’ this *** on your mama
And if you wanna be around the gang, catch a body, ***
Hop up in that striker with me, we them young niggas ’round the city
Catch him out and hit him, *** everything with him
Oh, they ***? Have my lil’ *** sic ’em
No kizzy, every time I go slide, my lil’ niggas go with me
We be huntin’ ***, hop out, bustin’ *** around the city
I get busy, I can’t let a *** trick me, this *** tricky
I don’t want no borin’ ***, I want a fully or a switchy, ***, I’m picky
Now all the real steppers up your blick in this ***
I hope a *** *** get pistol-whipped to this ***
Every *** I don’t like gettin’ stripped in this ***
Any sudden move, boy, you gettin’ hit with this blick, ***
Every *** in here jack *** and take hits
My lil’ *** whack ***, he don’t wanna take pics
If you wanna beat that body, then you better hire Blake, jit
My lil’ niggas bake ***, you better send that pape’, *** (Oh, yeah)
Ayy, Glocks in the air, Glocks in the air (Talkin’ ’bout 9s, 40s, four-fives, put them *** in the air)
Shots at his hair, we don’t send shots in the air (Bah, bah)
Chops in the air, chops in the air (AKs, Dracs, ***, ARPs, ***, what up?)
Try to box in this *** and get you boxed like some squares (Bah)
Got money, but they ***, catch ’em slippin’, take that Rollie off (Give me that)
He been talkin’ crazy, but he hidin’, what his homie cost? (Okay)
***, we from the D, we don’t say taco, duck your Coney dog (Bah)
Thought he was a demon, Skilla nailed him to the holy cross (***-ass)
My niggas be on street *** (Yeah), headshot, sleep quick (Yeah)
Cook up all the beef *** (Yeah), crime in the D *** (Oh, yeah)
These niggas really dumb enough to go against some millionaires (Okay)
I’m talkin’ they catch you in Somerset and they gon’ *** you there (Brr, huh?)
Now all the real steppers up your blick in this ***
I hope a *** *** get pistol-whipped to this ***
Every *** I don’t like gettin’ stripped in this ***
Any sudden move, boy, you gettin’ hit with this blick, ***
Every *** in here jack *** and take hits
My lil’ *** whack ***, he don’t wanna take pics
If you wanna beat that body, then you better hire Blake, jit
My lil’ niggas bake ***, you better send that pape’, ***
***, we from the D, we don’t say taco, duck your Coney dog